Morgan and the MILF Queen

by PR0F.GMK

After being convinced by her daughter to take a tour of the Order of Heroes on her day off, Henriette finds her guide being a nice young lad named Morgan. As they tour throughout the order and meet the various heroes within, Henriette can't help but notice the toll it takes on Morgan, and eventually decides to use it to her advantage.

Author's Note: Got a mother's day special for you all, and also sort of a birthday gift for Morgan! Got this idea from a quick warmup I did for fun after not getting this MILF during the valentines banner and than realizing that a story between these two could work pretty nicely for mother's day.

Originally was gonna post this on the 7th so that this story was inbetween the two dates, but had to settle for just a mother's day release since I needed to finish it up and clean up the doc a bit.

In any case, hope you all enjoy this!

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The castle that housed the Order of Heroes was a grand structure, one that easily accommodated the many heroes that made residence inside of it regardless of their class. But one may easily forget the original purpose such a structure would be built. Not to house heroes, but a specific lineage of royalty instead.

A stray light from the early sun broke through the lavious curtains of the royal chambers, making its way to the disheveled covers on the vast bed. A bed that held a lone Queen.

Henriette winced as her face was assaulted with light in the dimly lit room, stirring her from slumber. Her lonely, cold slumber.

Letting out a sigh the reigning Queen made her way out from under the bed, giving her limbs a few stretches before heading towards the washroom to get ready for the day. On her way there she took pause when glancing at her full form in a nearby mirror. She may have been well into motherhood, but age had done nothing to truly diminish her features, only presenting it in a new light. Such as the wide yet supple curves her body possessed as they were draped over her nightgown. Nothing special, but any man would've been more than lucky to catch a mere glance of her in it.

But alas, no man could do that. Not since her dear King had departed. But while Henriette had made peace with that, it did not make spending her nights alone any less easy. Not to mention she had to now manage the kingdom even more closely until her son was ready to truly take the crown, his priority still being leading the Order of Heroes with his sister.

It had all been taxing to the woman, wearing her down slowly but steadily

This was why she was thankful for this brief day of relaxation. One day where she didn't worry about her duties and instead enjoyed the simpler moments that she normally couldn't with her usual schedule. And there was one event already set that she was rather eager to not miss.

Pulling apart the neckline of her gown, Henriette first revealed her shoulders before allowing the rest of the fabric to shimmy down her form as she made her way into the washroom, eventually stepping out of it completely. It revealed her bare, seasoned, and mature body to an empty room free from any other gazes.

And part of her wished that was not so.

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" Mhmmm~ This ezz del-uhh-ous, Muuthor!"

"As wonderful it is to hear that dear, please don't talk with your mouth full,"

Sharena gained a small blush on her bulging cheeks, clenching her eyes she swallowed the tasty chunks of pancakes down her gullet and into her stomach. It may not have been a proper or refined action befitting a princess, but Henriette was willing to let it slide. Giggling at the sight of her daughter's embarrassed and apologetic smile.

The two, already dressed for the day, sat together in a compact kitchen and dining room meant for a more personal meal between the family rather than the more grandiose dining hall where food would be prepared for them. And while Sharena would never downplay the amazing food she got to experience from the castle's many talented cooks(heroes included), there was something about her mother's cooking that just couldn't be replicated.

Henriette continued to smile lovingly as her daughter continued to eagerly dig into her food. Rare were the moments the two could just have some time as mother and daughter and not be burdened with the weight of titles as queen and princess. Though in the case of Sharena, she still had her regular duties to attend to later in the day. Still, she was more than eager to spend breakfast with her mother.

It was a shame Alfonse couldn't join them, he was on an away mission with the Summoner and Commander Anna and wouldn't be back for some time. Still, Henriette wasn't going to allow that to impede on the time she was spending with her daughter. The two discussed whatever topics came to mind in ways that couldn't be replicated in the letters they unfortunately resorted to in order to keep up with each other.

But as Sharena went on about many of the Heroes in the order, Henriette couldn't prevent her gaze falling with a dim hew. Something that her daughter picked up on.

"Is something wrong, Mom?" The blossoming young girl asked, her cheerful tone morphing into one of concern.

Henriette shook her head in response, not wanting to dower what should've been a happy and cheerful atmosphere for the two. But she knew better than to just lie and say she was alright to her daughter who would've no doubt seen through it. So with a small, slightly strained smile, she expressed her thoughts and hopefully let Sharena know they weren't that serious.

"I guess you can say I'm feeling a bit...disappointed in myself. I seem to know so little about these Heroes you've gotten so close to despite living in the same castle as them." The queen-mother expressed with a hint of guilt.

Sharena immediately tried to alleviate that guilt, "That's not your fault, Mother. You already have so much work to do taking care of the Kingdom!"

Her daughter's attempts to help her brought out a small chuckle from Henriette's lips as they curled into a small smile, "Thank you, Sharena," She expressed honestly, letting her know she appreciated the words. But her tone was still filled with a sense of guilt, expanded upon with her next words, "But that's why I wish to know more about them. These brave Heroes are fighting on behalf of this Kingdom, my home, and yet I barely know a fourth of them by name."

"The Order is a vital part of our kingdom, and yet I feel as though I know far less about it than I should despite being the Queen." Sharena watched with a sadden look at her Mother's words, a sigh leaving the older woman's lips which accompanied by a forlorn gaze that was no longer directed at her daughter.

Sharena hated seeing her like that. There had to be something she could! But what? Thinking hard on the question for a few seconds, an idea popped into the princess's head.

" Uhh ! I got it!"

Henriette couldn't help but slightly jump in place as her daughter's outburst snapped her out of her trance. Her eyes quickly fell back on the young girl who held a wide, excited grin.

"Why don't you take a tour of Order for your day off!" The girl suggested.

Her mother, for her part, fluttered her eyes in mild confusion, "A tour?" Henriette repeated, wanting to make sure she heard her little girl right.

Sharena nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah! You want to know more about some of the Heroes right? Well, why don't you just go and meet them!"

Henriette found herself taken aback by her daughter's suggestion, even more so as the girl was now leaning towards her. Her smile was so bright, the mother's couldn't help but feel blinded. It made her attempt to dim her daughter's light by downplaying the suggestion.

"That's...a lovely suggestion, Sharena. But I wouldn't even know where to start," The mother attempted to argue, unsure if following Sharena's suggestion was the best course of action for her free day.

But her daughter was undeterred, "It's fine, I'll have someone accompany you! I'd do it myself, but unfortunately I have some other duties to attend to. But trust me, there's plenty of amazing Heroes I've made friends with that could show you around! I'm sure one of them will be free and more than eager to do so!"

Henriette was taken aback by her daughter's enthusiastic plan, and part of her wanting to try and argue back. But seeing the look on Sharena's face, she knew it would be a futile endeavor. So with a defeated smile she replied, "Very well Sharena, you win."

The girl's grin was so joyfully infectious, Henriette couldn't help but feel rejuvenated by it. Her daughter was unable to contain her excitement as she jumped up from her seat and into the air in victory.

"Perfect! I'll have someone ready to escort you at the castle's west tower by noon! Just trust me Mother, you won't regret this."

Henriette laughed at Sharena's words, a small grin settling on her face at this new, spontaneous activity she didn't originally foresee on this day. But she couldn't deny, it was a bit exciting.

Perhaps this was just what she needed? And maybe, she'd get more.

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Henriette found herself a bit uncertain as she stood in one of the hallways to the Order of Heroes, almost fidgeting as she glanced at a nearby cloak. Did she get the time wrong? Was she early? Or was Sharena's friend running late? They were supposed to meet by the west tower, right?

As her mind continued to circle around these thoughts, she failed to take notice of an approaching young lad till he called out to her.

"Queen Henriette!?"

The addressed Queen blinked, pulled away from her thoughts as her gaze turned towards the side. They landed on the young man who stood a few feet from her, leaning forward with his hands on his knees as he panted rather loudly, seemingly rushing to make his way here. He wore a baggy cloak, not unlike what she saw the summoner wore, except his was colored in shades of purple, with a lighter shade present in his messy hair.

Taking in another deep breath, the boy picked his gaze up at her with an apologetic face and tone present before he spoke, "I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting, I took a wrong turn coming here and didn't notice till I was halfway towards the North tower."

Henriette fluttered her eyes at him, before recomposing herself from his sudden appearance and words, "Oh, no worries," She attempted to assure him, taking a step towards as she spoke with a gentle tone, trying to showcase she wasn't at all displeased with his slight tardiness, "I take it you're Sharena's friend?" She asked.

His response was to flash a bright grin and nod his head, "Yes, my name's Morgan! I'm a tactician! Or well, an aspiring one at least. I want to be like my Mother, who is a Grandmaster of Ylisse!" He introduced himself, attempting to straighten up his appearance considering who he was standing in front of, "Sharena told me the situation, I'm supposed to give you a tour of parts of the Order and help introduce you to other members, right?"

Once again, Henriette blinked her eyes at him, caught a bit off guard by his enthusiasm which seemed similar to her own daughter's. And she couldn't help find herself enjoying that little similarity. With a small, refined chuckle where she held up her palm in front of her lips, she responded, "Yes, I trust you'll show me a good time," Her words both hopeful and a tad teasing, as evident by the small wink she gave.

She could have a little harmless fun, right? He was a rather cute young lad, plus his blush at her actions was adorable.

Turning his body around but still looking back at her, Morgan asked, "Shall we get going?" His tone was still friendly and cheerful, but now a tad more strained. Something Henriette took notice of, but chose to keep to herself.

It wasn't hard to guess what, despite how friendly he seemed, he was only a lad. And she wasn't blind to her looks, especially how they must've been brought to his attention when she gave him that little wink.

And so as she walked alongside him with a pace just half a step behind his, she allowed him to guide her towards their first destination. Always gifting him a friendly and gentle look whenever he glanced towards her that had him just as quickly looking back to their front.

She'd go easy on him, but that didn't mean he'd be free of some teasing.

This was supposed to be her day off, so why not have a little fun?

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Henriette gracefully raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sunlight, allowing her pupils a few moments to adjust as she and Morgan stepped out into a courtyard just a few corridors from the west tower.

"Here's one of the main training fields," Morgan announced to the Queen, gesturing over the rather large courtyard and the abundance of Heroes currently making use of it and elaborating, "Most of the heroes who spend their free time here are usually some of our strongest, physically at least. But there are plenty of training sessions for everyone to partake in run by heroes of every world!"

"Oh, there seems to be a class going right now!" Morgan exclaimed, gesturing towards a specific area of the courtyard, with Henriette's gaze focusing on the group of Heroes and even regular soldiers. They were led by a redhead woman whose long hair was styled in a spiraling, braided ponytail. She had a somewhat imposing figure that radiant strength and maturity as she swung her practice axe for the others to follow. Henriette couldn't deny feeling a bit in awe at that Hero's technique.

"You two seem interested in Titania's class," A new voice caught Morgan and Henriette's attention, drawing their gaze away from the fiery-redhead towards another redhead with a darker shade, one Morgan was very familiar with.

"Miss Cordelia!" The lad exclaimed with a bright smile as the pegasus right returned a friendly one of her own while walking over to the lad and Queen.

"Hello Morgan, don't tell me you're gonna join Titania's class? I mean, I'm sure she wouldn't mind, but you aren't exactly an axe-wielder," The pegasus-knight mildly joked with a tilt of her head.

Morgan merely responded with a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck while shaking his head, "No no, even if I wanted to, I don't exactly have the time currently."

"Oh really," Cordelia raised a brow curiously at his response, believing his reasoning had to do with the woman who stood next to him. She looked familiar to the pegasus knight, in fact, her clothing reminded the knight of the attire worn by Prince Alfonse and Princess Sharena.

"Ah, forgive my lack of introductions, my name is Cordelia, a Pegasus Knight from Ylisse," She introduced herself to this woman.

Her introduction had Henriette smile towards her, "Greetings, my name is Henriette, Queen of Askr,"

Henriette couldn't deny feeling a bit of joy at the shock that took over Cordelia's face, the redhead glancing towards Morgan to confirm the Queen's words, to which the lad nervously nodded back. An apologetic look was also exchanged as he felt guilty for not informing Cordelia of Henriette's station earlier.

Composing herself, Cordelia's discarded her previously casual tone and took on a much more formal one, straighten-up her back to appear more presentable, "Apologies, my lady, I didn't realiz-"

Henriette cut into her words before she could continue with the raise of her hand, "Don't worry dear, and no need to be so formal, I'm not here on any royal business. In fact, today's my day off, and Morgan here was kind enough to take me on a small tour of the order, starting with the training grounds." She explained to the young woman, gesturing to the lad beside her with a grateful smile that made him blush with an embarrassed one at her compliment.

Cordelia blinked at the, "Very well then," She replied, electing to take a similar approach as she did with Prince Alfonse and Princess Sharena, "In that case, would you like me to assist in showing you around the training grounds itself? I actually have to head out for a prior engagement in a bit, but I can introduce you to some of the other instructors or trainees, such as Titania. She should be ending her class in a bit." The knight offered.

An offer Henriette was more than happy to take up, "That'd be lovely," She replied, only to then turn to Morgan with an apologetic look and asking, "That is if you didn't have anything else planned, Morgan?"

The lad blinked at her question, not having been prepared for her words, still, he quickly gave a response and shook his head, "No, I'm sure Miss Cordelia can give you a better tour of the training grounds than I ever could."

Cordelia gave the lad a grateful smile, while Henriette flashed him a more sympathetic one, "Oh don't sell yourself short just yet dear, you've been doing a fine job so far." She tried to encourage him, once again making him feel a bit embarrassed as he chuckled and rubbed the back of his head.

"Well, shall we start?" Cordelia asked, to which the junior tactician and mother queen both nodded in agreement. They both followed the knight as she walked around the courtyard and detailed various parts to the Queen, along with introducing her to passing Hero or two.

But halfway through the small tour, Henriette opted to ask a small question that had been floating in the back of her mind, "You two seem somewhat familiar with one another. You're both from Ylisse, correct?"

Her sudden question prompted Morgan and Cordelia to pause their steps, glancing at one another and then at the Queen before nodding, "Correct, we're both a part of a group called the Shepherds. I'm also good friends with Morgan's mother, who's the Grandmaster to our Exalt."

"I see~" Henriette replied, finding her curiosity sated, but also pointed towards a new direction, one that Morgan was more than eager to help feed, even if it was unknowingly.

"Yep, my Mother's the best!" Morgan couldn't help but exclaim a bit childishly, "I'm sure you can meet her later when visiting the strategist meeting room, I'm sure you'll love her, Queen Henriette."

The Queen couldn't help but chuckle at the lad's enthusiasm, "Well, if you vouch so earnestly for her, then I'll make sure to look forward to that meeting~"

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Before Morgan led Henriette to the strategist meeting room, he elected to stop by another important location on the way there, the main infirmary.

"There are tons of heroes who volunteer to help out for the infirmaries, mostly clerics of course. Even so, there's enough that they've made a rotating schedule so that there's always one hero on duty in case something serious happens." Morgan explained as the two made their way into the rather spacious room. White sheeted beads lined the walls to the side, drawers filled with supplies beside each bed, and curtains ready by the sides of the bed to expand for a patient's privacy if need be.

One might have expected more from the Order of Heroes, but the designers of the castle's interiors had decided on simple practicality rather than anything extravagant. Since the simple and straightforward design was used in the many smaller infirmary rooms that dotted all around the castle, it made it easier for medical staff to navigate and do their job no matter which infirmary they were stationed in.

But while the infirmaries themselves may not have seemed like much, the staff who ran it were anything but. Especially if there was a hero among them. And luckily for Morgan, the one currently stationed here was someone he was very familiar with.

"Morgan?"

Lissa's head crooked towards the familiar lad as she saw him wave at her while entering with a rather regal-looking woman. Was that a new hero? Some sort of royalty perhaps? She definitely looked the part. In any case, the cleric princess hopped and skipped towards the two.

"Hey, Lissa," Morgan greeted with a friendly smile as she stopped right in front of them.

"So what's up?" The blonde girl asked. Her casual nature made her not beat around the bush with her thoughts, "It's rare to see you in the infirmary, you're usually either helping out your mother or with your nose in a pile of books in the archives." She stated without missing a beat and with a chipper tone, hands behind her back as she glanced between the lad and the woman he arrived with.

A mischievous thought passed through her mind, one that had Morgan fearful as he saw her lips curl into a grin while she leaned further towards him. His fears become well-justified by what she said next, "Does it have anything to do with the pretty lady you brought with you~?"

Morgan's cheeks flared up briefly as she winked at him with a teasing look. Henriette merely crocked a brow before it settled into a small, friendly smile, deciding to accept the compliment. Morgan though, used to Lissa's antics and teasing knew he had to respond with his own bit of mischievous back if he wanted to get back at her. So thinking quickly, he believed the truth was his best weapon.

"Yeah actually, I'm giving her a tour of the Order," Morgan replied after recomposing herself, forcing a composed smile onto his face.

"Oh?" Lissa seemed rather intrigued by his response, curious that he wasn't just denying her playful words but affirming them. And so keeping her ball rolling, she asked, "Who is she, a new Hero? I'm sure she'd appreciate a nice guy like you showing her around? "

Part of Morgan felt flustered by her remarks, but he was able to keep himself composed thanks to the fact that Lissa had rocked right into a trap, one put into motion with his reply, "She's actually not a Hero."

His reply caught Lissa off guard, who took another look at the blonde woman who was still giving her a small smile. Glancing back at Morgan, she gave him a raised brow, asking without words as to who this woman was if not a hero. And Morgan's answer had her immediately regretting her previous decisions.

"She's Queen Henriette, Alfonse and Sharena's mother." He replied without hesitation.

Lissa merely blinked at him at first, taking a couple of moments to process that information. Though once it dawned on her, her eyes went wide as a look that could quite simply be read as "Oh shit" fell across her face.

"Lissa dear, think you can tend to the patient on the end? He's finally waking up," A soft, gentle yet regal voice called out to the princess.

"Sure, no problem!" Lissa replied without hesitation, not even turning towards the source of the voice as she used this opportunity to get out of this awkward situation. Leaving after a quick bow of respect to the Queen and a small, playful glare at Morgan that informed him she wouldn't forget this and get him back with a prank in the future.

Unable to help the small smirk of victory that came onto his lips, Morgan turned towards the source of the voice that had called Lissa away with Henriette following his gaze. Both their eyes landed on a black-haired woman who carried herself in a similar manner as Henriette, as despite currently acting as a Hero, she was still a Queen.

"Greeting, Lady Mikoto," Morgan stated with a respectful bow, one the black-haired Queen returned as she walked up to him and Henriette. The lad quickly introducing her as he said, "This is Lady Mikoto, Queen of Hoshido,"

"Thank you Morgan, and greetings to you as well," She responded with a thankful and soothing voice paired with a gentle smile. Her gaze switched from the lad to her fellow Queen, "And you must be Queen Henriette, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard many great things about you."

The blonde gave a refined chuckle at her words, "Thank you, I hope I can live up to what others have said about me."

Mikoto smiled warmly at her words, "Ah yes, I can relate." She replied, the two women exchanging a knowing look of the burdens of a Queen, a kinship instantly being formed. Mikoto furthering that kinship with her next words, "Still, it's nice to finally see where Prince Alfonse and Princess Sharena get their looks from. And I hope to learn what else they inherited from you if we ever get a better chance to have a proper talk."

"That'd be lovely," Henriette accepted her fellow queen's compliment and suggestion with a small bow and smile.

Mikoto clasped her hands together with a satisfied gaze tilting her head to the side as she said, "Splendid, I look forward to it."

"And so will I," Henriette earnestly replied.

Dropping her hands but not her smile, Mikoto moved the conversation's topic with her next words, "Now, from what Morgan told Lissa earlier, you're visiting here on a bit of a tour?" The Lad and Askr Queen nodded, "Well, unfortunately, I can't say there's much to see here other than what's visible."

"That's fine, the tour's mostly to just introduce Lady Henriette to other Heroes," Morgan replied, drawing the attention of both women as their gazes were now fixed on him.

"Well, then I'm glad that I was lucky enough to be one of the ones you meet," Mikoto stated before adding, "I hope you'll also meet my lovely family as well. Though unfortunately, I can't say that they share that strong of a resemblance to me as you do with your own children."

Henriette appreciated the woman's joke with a small chuckle, "If they're just as kind and beautiful as you, I don't think it'd be that hard to find the connection." She assured. The two women shared another set of friendly smiles and exchanged pleasant but silent words. Turning towards Morgan once more, Henriette asked, "Shall we get going?"

Taking a moment to register her question, Morgan slightly jumped in place before answering, "Yes, of course!" he replied, giving a small bow to Mikoto before turning around walking off. Henriette followed him, giving her own small bow to Mikoto which she returned, before seeing them both off with a friendly smile and wave.

---

"And this here is the strategist room," Morgan announced as he and Henriette entered said room. It was a large office filled with multiple tables, seats, and couches, with the center of the room having a much larger table for all the strategists to huddle around and discuss their tactics. The walls were lined with shelves and cabinets that were filled to the brim with books and other supplies, all topped off with a distinct worn order that was mixed with ink and wax that filled the room.

"This is of course where all the strategists meet whenever they want to discuss a big mission. A good portion of them have their own, smaller dedicated offices if they want some privacy, but the final decisions usually happen here." Morgan explained to the Queen as she gazed around, noticing how the room didn't seem the most well-kept with stacks of books or papers littering various desks. But it wasn't in a way that showcased lack of care, no, there was a method to this chaos that the tacticians understood. It only took a glance at the battle plans for a previous mission laid out on the center table to see just how much effort they put in, with various details written all over it to account for all possible scenarios.

She could feel her respect for these strategists grow, which made it all the more disappointing that there wasn't a single one in the room at the moment.

"Is it usually this empty?" She couldn't help but ask as she walked around the room and more specifically, the various notes littering many of the desks. She was careful not to disturb anything, but she couldn't deny her curiosity as well.

Morgan chuckled bashfully at her question, "Not usually, but I think most of our tacticians are out on missions this week, unfortunately. I was hoping there'd be at least one or two in here, but it seemed like luck wasn't on our side." He explained, clearly a bit saddened at not being able to introduce the Queen to more Heroes like he believed he should, which was why he suggested, "We can try seeing if any of them are in their office, since we should pass by a few later in the tour."

While Henriette was happy Morgan wanted to make sure she met at least one tactician, she also wasn't sure if she wanted to intrude on them in the more private setting of their office compared to this more public meeting room. But before she could inform Morgan that, the sound of the door being swung open had both their gazes snapping towards it.

"Mother!?" Morgan gasped, surprised by her sudden appearance, more specifically at the fact she looked a bit on edge. It was as though she was in a rush with how she panted slightly and there were a few strands of hair covering her eyes.

"Morgan!?" The twin-tailed tactician was just as surprised at not just his appearance, but this woman who he had with him, "What are you doing here? And who's that?"

Morgan hesitated before answering, but just as he opened his mouth to do so, his mother cut him off. "Ahh! No time!"

Hurrying across the room, Robin grabbed a hold of her son's wrist. Pulling him along with a firm tug she made her way to Henriette to grab her hand as well, "I'm really sorry about this, but both of you need to hide!"

Morgan and Henriette were too stunned to voice any sort of opposition, with Morgan especially wondering what it was that had his mother acting like this. Stopping in front of a rather large closet Robin opened it up, revealing that it was empty. Without a moment's hesitation she beckoned both her son and his lady friend inside, "Stay quiet until I tell you to come out," She plainly ordered before closing the door to the closet.

The two were still stunned by Robin's actions. But now instead of merely being pulled along, they were encased in a small, confined space. And most damning of all, pressed rather closely against one another.

Had Morgan been able to think logically, his current silence would've been in reaction to his Mother's actions. For her to have given him such orders with such little information must've meant there was something important she couldn't afford to mess up. He trusted her enough to understand that and would've followed her orders without question, but his silence wasn't because of that. No, whatever it was that his mother was worried about was the furthest thing from his mind.

His entire body went stiff as while Henriette's attire wasn't exactly thin, he could still take in her many seasoned curves from being pressed against her. Especially with his lower head pressing into the soft, large valley of her bosom. It allowed his nose to directly take in the heavy yet relaxing vanilla scent she emitted, similarly to Sharena's, but far more aged in the best way possible. He was quite simply entranced.

Henriette meanwhile, while similarly stiff as Morgan, was able to keep her composure much better than the lad. She was even able to come to the same logical conclusion Morgan would've reached had he not be so... preoccupied . She could just tell from a glance at Robin's eyes that the woman had something important she needed to take care of that required the two of them to be hidden. And she could tell from the quick apologetic glance that the tactician flashed her that she was sorry for the sudden situation she had to force her in.

And so, Henriette decided it would be best to see how things played out. Hopefully, this would all be sorted out afterward, and she wondered how Morgan's mother would react upon realizing who she was. But also, she was rather curious as to whatever it was that had Morgan's mother acting so hastily, what was so important that she and Morgan needed to be hidden out of sight?

She couldn't see anything out of this closet with the door closed, and there were no openings to peek out of unless she opened it herself. But she didn't want to risk ruining whatever plan Robin seemingly had set in motion. So she was forced to wait, using mostly her ears to make out what was happening in the room. She had heard Robin hurrying over the floor, her boots muffled by carpet over the stone ground as she went deeper into the room before going quiet. Was she also hiding? If so, who was she, and in turn her and Morgan hiding from?

Her questions were halted as she felt her bosom shift. Turning her attention down towards her chest, she saw Morgan's eyes had closed, now seemingly understanding the clear trespass he was committing even if it wasn't his fault. His head was slightly tilted away, seemingly attempting to remove his face from her mature valley. Unfortunately with how cramped it was, he wouldn't be able to move his face anymore without having to smother and very noticeably slide one of her tits across his face.

The Queen gazed down towards him with sympathy. She could tell he truly was doing his best to not fall victim to his young urges and treat her with respect and care. But there was little he could do in this situation. So with a sigh, she resigned not just herself with letting this happen but letting him know it was alright as well.

Morgan cracked one of his eyes open when he felt a soft palm cup the top of his head, gently stroking his hair and soothing his mind. Looking up, he saw Henriette gazing down at him with a warm smile, speaking to him without a word as she let him know she didn't hold any ill-will towards him in these current circumstances. She reaffirmed those silent words by pulling his head closer, back into the embrace of her bosom as he went stiff against her once more.

This time though, he didn't say entirely stiff. From the gentle stroking of his hair to the smooth fabric the rested over her soft breasts as they embraced his face. All while being topped off with the beating of her heart he heard from inside her chest. It was relaxing, so much so that he began to go slightly limp. He no longer leaned back away from her, no instead he melted against her. The Queen let out a small chuckle as she felt the shift in weight against her.

Not that she minded, it felt rather nice.

Had others been watching, both of them would've no doubt held rather prominent blushes and embarrassment. But in this small closet, no one could see them, and it was thanks to that they were able to focus on each other. Morgan relaxed into her embrace, and Henriette allowed herself to dote on the young, cute lad that was making her feel a bit like a mother again.

She couldn't help but feel a bit closer to him because of this. Regardless of how the rest of this day went, she could at least take solace in gaining a nice bond with this charming lad through the events they held so far. Though this one of course would be their little secret~.

"Coast is clear,"

"Good, time to move in,"

Morgan and Henriette were brought out of their little moment by the new pairs of voices they heard inside of the room, especially since they didn't hear the door open. So how did they get in? And more importantly who were they? Perhaps this was why Robin had them hide?

The queen and tactician were silent as they heard these "intruders" move around the room with careful steps. And their reason for intruding was revealed with the next few words they exchanged.

"Find it yet?" A distinctly male voice called out.

"No, but keep looking. I swore I saw it here yesterday." A female voice called back.

They were looking for something, that was clear to Henriette, but what? Were these Embla spies attempting to steal secrets from the castle? As Queen, she couldn't allow that to happen!

Morgan's thoughts, however, were very different, mostly because he recognized one of the voices, specifically the female one. But before either of the two could act, someone else did for them, the same one who put them together in the closet.

"I knew it!"

"WHOAA!"

"OH MY GOSH!"

The two intruders were caught off guard from Robin's words, who had apparently revealed her appearance to catch them red-handed. And from the tone of her voice, it sounded like Robin was not pleased with what she saw.

"It was his/her idea!" The intruders stated in tandem, seemingly trying to pin the blame on the other.

However, Robin was having none of it, "I don't care whose idea it was! You both know the rules! And I know this isn't the first time you've broken them!"

"Tsk!"

"Epp!"

Henriette blinked as she heard the conversation from inside the closet, finding herself questioning her earlier assumption about these intruders. By the way they were reacting and how Robin was talking to them, they didn't seem like enemy spies. Actually, it sounded more like she was giving them a scolding.

And so, finding her curiosity too strong to ignore, she decided to see for herself what was going on. Knocking on the closet door from the inside, she could hear the voices of the intruders seemingly gasp from the sudden noise while Robin let out a small sigh before replying, "You two can come out now."

Opening the door, Henriette was the first to step out. Her eyes landed on Robin as she saw the tactician with her arms crossed under her bust with a stern look that wasn't directed at her. Following that gaze, she found her eyes landing on these mysterious intruders, and she almost did a double-take to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her.

The male one was simple enough, a young, lightly tan-skinned man with curly black hair. He wore a black uniform with a yellow drape over one of his shoulders. The female one though was a different matter. Simply put, it was like she was looking at a female version of Morgan. The big difference being in attire as this girl wore a rather tight flying uniform with the same color scheme as Morgan and Robin.

They both looked at her in surprise, taken aback by both her sudden appearance and where she appeared from. But before the queen could even question what was going on, Morgan himself walked out of the closet and caught the attention of his female-look-alike.

"What! Lil' Bro!?" She exclaimed with wide eyes, "What are you doing in here! No, why were you in a closet with her? Who even is she!?"

'Lil' Bro?' Henriette repeated the girl's words in her head, were she and Morgan related? It would explain the similarities in their appearance. Did that mean she was Robin's daughter as well?

Robin was the one who answered for them, "If you want to know, I had to hide them in there before you two sneaked in. Besides, they don't matter right now, Morgan." The older tactician's voice was still stern, causing the girl to jump up slightly in fear.

"What have I told you before? The rosters are off-limits except to only specific heroes!" Robin spoke, hands on her hips as she began to scold the two intruders.

"Roster?!" Morgan, the male one exclaimed, glancing between his mother and 'sister' with clear shock before landing on just his sister and the male intruder, "You two were trying to take the roster!? Are you crazy!?"

Morgan, the female one, flinched from her words before replying back, "Hey! I'm not the one who was hiding in some closet with some hot older woman!"

Morgan's cheeks flared up from her words, "I didn't have a choice, Mother forced me before I had a chance to ask what was going on!" He tried to defend.

But the girl wasn't backing down, "Oh I'm sure she did," She slyly replied, clearly indicating that she wasn't buying his words.

As the two Morgan's began to argue with one another, Robin pinched the bridge of her nose and took in a deep breath, "Enough, both of you!" She ordered, prompting the two Morgans to pause and gaze at her with mildly fearful looks.

Robin let out another deep breath as she seemingly attempted to calm herself down, "Morgan, be quiet for now. And Morgan, don't think you can shift the topic away from what you can Claude were attempting to do." The older tactician stated, calling both look-a-likes by the same name while revealing the identity of the male intruder.

The female Morgan let out a groan, "Grrr, can you at least tell us who she is first?" She asked somewhat pleadingly, gesturing to Henriette as her appearance has been bugging her, especially since she and her 'brother' were stuck in some closet together.

Before Robin could even think of a reply or Henriette could introduce herself, they were cut off by none other than Claude, "Queen Henriette,"

"Huh?" The two female tacticians turned their gaze towards him in confusion. Seeing their looks, Claude repeated his words and expanded on them, "Queen Henriette, Alfonse and Sharena's mom and current ruler of Askr? Right?" He shifted his gaze towards the queen for confirmation.

With the Queen merely blinking at him, a bit surprised that he knew who she was, especially since she had no recollection of ever meeting this boy. "Uhh, yes, you are correct." She replied, still unsure of this entire situation and what exactly was going on.

But unfortunately, her identity would cause just a bit more chaos.

"What!?" Morgan exclaimed, clearly taken aback by her identity, and yet the first thing she decided to ask was, "You were in the closet with the Queen?"

Morgan groaned at his sister's words, gods he was never gonna live this down from her.

Robin meanwhile, gave her own groan in tandem with her son at the revelation of Henriette's identity. She knew Henriette looked familiar, but in her haste, she may have just committed a scandal with her son involved. Oh gods this was a mess.

Claude meanwhile, couldn't help but grin. The original mission he and Morgan attempted may have failed, but it looked as though a rather interesting occurrence had taken its place.

---

"That was...rather interesting."

Henriette's words came out dryer than she had intended, stinging Morgan a bit as the two walked awkwardly through the hall.

"I'm really sorry," Morgan replied, his tone genuine and guilty at what had occurred. Henriette gazed at him sympathetically.

"Morgan, what happened was an accident, you couldn't have known what would've occurred." She tried to assure, "Besides, I wasn't being that negative when I said I found the experience interesting."

She had heard of the strange phenomenon of alternate versions of the same Hero being summoned to Askr. It usually came in the form of the same person being summoned at different points in their lives, such as that young man named Claude. But for others, it could mean being a different gender, and in turn person altogether.

Like how it was for Morgan and his "sister", hence why they shared the same name. Also, it turned out their parents also shared the same phenomena. The Robin Henriette saw was only the mother to the male Morgan, while her male counterpart was the father to the female Morgan.

It was strange, but then again lots of things about Askr and its surrounding neighbors were strange. This was just a strangeness Henriette got to experience for herself for the first time.

As for what it was Morgan(the female one) and Claude had been attempting to do which had them breaking into the strategist room before Robin caught them. Well, turns out they were attempting to steal some of the rosters. As Henriette had learned, a roster was a book that contained all sorts of details(rather personal ones at that) about various heroes for a specific world. Usually, they would've been stored in the archives, but it had been decided by the heroes themselves that it was best to keep them hidden from easy accessibility. Each roster was only allowed to be looked over by a specific strategist from that world to respect the privacy of the heroes as best they could.

However, it turns out that Robin had noticed recently that a few of the rosters seemed to have been disturbed, with even one missing. And so she had privately been attempting to catch the culprit, or culprits, as revealed by the duo of Morgan and Claude. Both of whom had been wanting to learn many secrets about their comrades and had been in the process of working their way through the various rosters. Unfortunately for them, they had only gone through less than a handful before they were caught.

And currently, the two were still in the strategist room with Robin, who was no doubt continuing to chew them out and thinking of a fitting punishment for the two. Still, Henriette had to give them both credit, sneaking into the strategist room and taking the roster was impressive. In fact, she was very impressed with Claude, who had been using a secret passage he had found inside of the castle to sneak him and Morgan in and out of the room.

Of course there were various secret passages in the castle, but the truth was that most of them were lost to time. And so there were only a few that Henriette actually knew about. So for this young man to have discovered one all on his own, well, it was quite impressive.

And something told Henriette that it wouldn't be the last secret he was intent on discovering.

"So, where are we heading to next?" Henriette asked curiously, deciding it was best to change the subject for his sake so that he wouldn't linger on whatever guilt he may have still had.

He perked up slightly at her question "Oh, uh...next up should be the domestic group." He answered.

"Domestic?" Henriette repeated, clearly unsure of what he meant by that.

Seeing this, Morgan was more than eager to explain, "Oh, they're the group that handles things like supplies of upkeep for the order. They make sure things are organized as well as helping to keep the general spirit and morale of the Order up with events from time to time. It's pretty amazing how much effort they put into those events honestly."

The Queen's eyes blinked, "I see," She simply replied, not sure how to best respond to the purpose of this group, but found herself curious to learn more all the same.

It took a few more minutes for the two to reach the door of their destination. Walking up to it, they could both hear a multitude of voices on the other side before Morgan knocked on the door to announce their presence.

"Just a second!"

Morgan took a step back as he and Henriette patiently waited after the response, hearing the sound of clicking heels and rustling fabric on the other side. Eventually, the door opened to reveal the Hero on the other side, a hero who was garbed in a rather peculiar attire.

"Morgan?" Caeda, princess of Talys, spoke his name with mild surprise at his appearance. Her head was tilted slightly, her gaze matched the tone of her words as she blinked her eyes towards the lad.

Morgan for his part was even more surprised than Caeda, mostly in part due to her current attire, a wedding dress, and a rather lavious one at that. Her shoulders were exposed thanks to her detached sleeves, exposing a fair bit of her pale, flawless skin alone with the top of her bountiful dress as it strained slightly against her white garb. The fabric trailed down to her feet, expanding in a large, puffed skirt with multiple golden accessories lining its edges while a long, red sash was tied around her waist. All topped off with a flowery headband that rested atop her head over her long, blue hair.

It also took all his willpower not to gaze at the generous portion of her impressive bust that was on display.

She, simply put, looked breath-taking, so much so that Morgan didn't couldn't find any words to respond with. Similarly, Henriette was so stunned by the attire that she too was a tad speechless. Caeda was confused by both their silence, glancing to and fro at the two, before glancing down and letting out a small, " Oh !" as she realized the cause of it.

"Oh goodness, seeing me in this must have caught you both off guard, apologies~" The princess explained with a mildly embarrassed smile, snapping the two guests from their silence.

"Oh, it's fine," Morgan replied, looking slightly away from her as he tried to calm down and not be blinded by her beauty. Something Caeda caught on thanks to his flared cheeks but chose not to speak of, not wanting to embarrass the lad as he then asked, "So um, why are you dressed like that even?"

"Oh, this? This is actually a costume I'm trying on for an upcoming event I and the others are planning," She answered cheerfully.

"Wait, event?" Morgan asked, finding curiosity to get the better of him as he couldn't help but look at her again. He was still very entranced by her beauty, but now able to keep himself composed much better thanks to his question.

Caeda nodded her head with a bright smile, "Yep. I don't think I need to explain the theme considering my current attire." She joked lightly, grabbing the sides of her gown and doing a small pose.

"Hey, Caeda, who's there?" A voice from inside the room called out.

"Just Morgan and-" Caeda was midway through answering back before she realized something, she didn't know who this woman was that Morgan had next to her. With an apologetic smile, she asked, "I'm sorry, but who are you?"

Henriette gave a friendly smile to the woman as she answered, "Henriette, Queen of Askr,"

Caeda's eyes widened briefly, clearly taken aback by the woman's claimed status. Glancing at Morgan both for confirmation and clarity, he gave both with a nod and explanation, "Sharena asked me to give her a tour of the order and introduced her to some more heroes."

"Though, if you guys are busy preparing for this event, we wouldn't want to intrude." He added, with Henriette also nodding in agreement.

Caeda though merely shook her head, "Nonsense, it's no trouble at all. Please, come in." She assured them both, opening the door and stepping aside to let them in.

Upon doing so, Morgana and Henriette saw who else was in the one, finding three other brides in attendance along with the one who greeted them. First off was Ninian, an ice-haired manakete from Elibe, second being Lyn, a green-hair noble who was originally born and raised in the countryside and came from the same land as Ninian, and third and most surprising, Cordelia.

Lyn was standing up, arms stretched out to her sides with Ninian and Cordelia standing in front and kneeling behind her respectively, helping the sacaen woman put on her gown. Something she clearly wasn't that into.

"Ladies," Caeda spoke, catching their attention as they turned to face her and seeing the two guests that came in with her, "This is Queen Henriette, Alfonse and Sharena's mother. Morgan is giving her a tour of the Order and introducing her to some Heroes."

Lyn and Ninian lightly gasped at her identity, and so while they were stunned, Henriette stepped forward, "Greetings, it's a pleasure to meet you all." She stated before focusing her gaze on the local redhead who was continuing to work on Lyn's dress from behind, "And a pleasant surprise to see you again, Cordelia. I'm assuming this is the prior engagement you mentioned having to attend to?"

The bridal redhead smiled at the Queen, "Yes, as you can see the attire we're currently in isn't exactly something you can slip into easily, especially for some people." Her tone, while playful, was directed towards the one she was helping. And she did not take kindly to the Pegasus Knight's remarks.

"He..Hey!" Lyn barked back embarrassed, "I wasn't that bad!"

"Lyn, it took us half-an-hour to convince you to wear this, and it's almost been another and we still aren't done getting you into it," Ninian replied as she once again started to adjust her friend's gown from the front.

Lyn's gaze snapped forward at the manakete, not appreciating the lack of support, "Ninian!

Caeda merely chuckled by the sidelines, "As you can see, Lyn here isn't the most... experienced in such attire, " She informed the queen. Lyn let out a groan of defeat as she realized all of them were intent on teasing her in front of the Queen at her expense.

Caeda meanwhile, let out a small gasp as she remembered something, prompting Henriette and Morgan to focus their attention on her, "I just realized, we never properly introduced ourselves."

"I'll start first," Caeda offered, readjusting her stance, "I am Caeda, princess of Talys."

"My name is Ninian, a half-manakete from Elibe," Ninian stated next after pausing helping Lyn.

"Like Ninian, I am also from Elibe. My full name is Lyndis, but most people just call me Lyn," The sacean introduced herself.

Smiling at her friends and turning her gaze from them towards Henriette, Caeda spoke, "We usually help to manage supplies and plan events, and there are a few other members who currently aren't here at the moment. As you can see, the next event we plan on hosting is something akin to a wedding festival. We're currently testing out some gowns a few other Heroes made for us to get an idea of what fun events could be done in such attire."

Henriette nodded her head, showcasing she understood her words, "I see, Morgan wasn't kidding when he said how much work you all do in planning these events." She stated, not realizing that her words made Morgan stiff up beside her as some of the women glanced at him with mildly surprised looks.

Caeda's face though fell into a small smirk, "Is that so?" She asked rather coyly, with Morgan's response being to look away embarrassed and with a flushed face.

Seeing his reaction, Henriette and Caeda couldn't help but share a giggle, with the pegasus knight not done with her teasing as she continued, "Well Morgan if you'd like to help out, we brides are sorely lacking a groom. Would you like to fill that role for us?"

Her coy voice sent shivers over the lad's spine, still he was able to keep himself somewhat composed. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he was able to gaze back at her. His cheeks still flushed as with a bashful smile he said, "Maybe next time,"

" Hmm ~" Caeda wasn't all that disappointed with his rejection, still holding her smile as she merely responded back with, "I'll hold you to that then, no bride wants to walk down the aisle alone after all~"

Once again, her comment made Morgan look away, with all the ladies in the room sharing a laugh at his expense.

Henriette's laugh being rather joyful, it seemed as though Morgan was a bit of a ladies' man. Not that she couldn't understand, he did seem like a fetching cute young lad. And she found it nice she wasn't the only one who appeared to share those thoughts.

---

Morgan felt relieved when he and Henriette finally left the domestic group's room. It was one thing to be so close to five very attractive women, with four of them in rather beautiful wedding attire. But it was Caeda's teasing that was getting too much for him to handle, especially all those coy looks that she liked to throw his way. Thankfully he knew it was just her way of playing around with him, nothing more to it.

Right?

Believing it was best not to linger on that thought, Morgan finished on leading Henriette through the halls towards finishing part of the tour. There was only one destination left for them to visit, espionage and information. They were tasked with well, gathering intel. Be it scouting enemy positions, terrain, infiltrating, etc...The Heroes who were a part of this group were trusted to get the information needed to secure the Order's advantage against its enemies.

Morgan explained all this to the attentive Queen as she nodded along at his words, who found herself more than interested in what sort of Heroes she'd meet, wondering how varied they'd be compared to those she'd already seen throughout the day. Upon reaching the door that housed some of those heroes, Morgan gave a knock.

"Come in," A stoic voice called out from the other side.

Gaining permission, Morgan opened the door, stepping in and aside as Henriette followed him in before closing it. The two facing towards the closest Hero in the room.

"Hey," A lone woman with purple-blue hair responded as she leaned against a table, inspecting an arrow before placing it in a quiver and picking up another one. Her attire was a simple thick, tight black bodysuit, with a greenish-blue cropped leather jacket and drape attached to her belt.

Morgan and Henriette recognized her voice matched the same one who had told them to call in, but to be honest, Morgan wasn't all too familiar with her. She was one of the newer heroes summoned, he believed, but he didn't actually know her name.

Similarly, the woman seemed to be unfamiliar with him as she raised her gaze up towards the two. Her eyes quickly scanned over them both, and yet a mere few glances were enough for her to gain enormous details of their appearance. Focusing her eyes on Morgan, she asked, "Your Robin's kid, right? The female one?"

Morgan blinked at her question, not processing it at first. But once he did, he answered, "Oh! Um...yeah, that's me, name's Morgan,"

"Shamir," The purple-blue-haired woman responded back plainly before turning her gaze towards Henriette, "And you?" She asked, her tone rather plainly yet far from rude, she just wanted to know, nothing more, nothing less.

And Henriette gave her that, "Henriette," She simply stated, elected to not mention her title as Queen just this once, curious as to how this Hero would react.

Admittable, it seemed to be for naught. At the mention of her name Shamir's eyes widened a tad, as though an important thought crossed through her mind before she asked, "Like the Queen? Askr's Queen?"

Henriette was slightly taken aback that this woman was able to discern her identity just like that, still, it would've been rude to not answer her question. Nodding her head, she gifted the archer a warm smile, "Yes, that would be me."

" Hmm ~" Shamir merely responded, satisfied that her curiosity was quelled. She didn't seem nearly as taken aback as other heroes, or making any efforts to change her posture at the confirmation that the Queen of the Order she worked under was now in front of her. While some may have found it disrespectful, Henriette could tell it wasn't anything such, and she kinda liked how Shamir wasn't all that bothered by her status.

"So, not to sound rude or anything, but any reason you two are here? Something I can help you with?" Shamir asked, crossing her arms under her chest as she switched her gaze from between the two as she waited for one to answer her question.

Morgan was the one who provided it for her, "Well, I'm taking Lady Henriette here on a tour throughout the Order to introduce her to some Heroes. And well, this is the last spot on that tour."

"I see," Shamir simply replied, "Well, there are a few others here currently, but they're a bit busy with other stuff in the neighboring room. But I can tell you a little about me though," She stated, focusing her attention on the Queen in front of her, "I was summoned from a land called Fodlan, but my home country is actually a place called Dagda. I'm currently employed in Foldan as a Knight of Seiros, but I'm a mercenary by trade. As you can see, I'm an archer, and I usually take on tasks like scouting and reconnaissance."

"I see," Henriette replied, nodding in understanding at her words as she took them in. Already she could surmise this woman was the type to be blunt and to the point. But before she could ask any questions, Shamir turned her gaze towards the side as something caught her eye. Following her gaze, Morgan and Henriette turned to see what had caught it.

Walking towards them was a tan-skinned, blonde woman. She wore a short red dress that showcased a generous amount of cleavage and ended around her mid-thigh with slits at her hips. Black leather stockings ran up her toned legs and ended above her knees. A brown cape was wrapped around her neck and flowed behind her.

Morgan was more familiar with this woman, she was acquainted with Sophia if he recalled correctly, a fellow mage and friend to the lad. He believed her name was Igrene? His thoughts were confirmed with Shamir's next words.

"Hey Igrene, finish packing for our mission?" Shamir asked.

"Yep," Igrene nodded, before turning her gaze towards Morgan and Henriette, seemingly noticing their presence, "Oh hello there, is there something we can do for you?"

Before either Morgan or Henriette could reply, Shamir beat them to it, "Morgan here is giving Queen Henriette a tour of the Order and introducing her to some of the Heroes. And we're the last set heroes on that tour," Shamir explained bluntly as she gestured to the two.

"Oh, I see," Igrene responded, turning her attention towards the guests and giving a polite bow and smile, she introduced herself. "My name's Igrene. I come from Elibe, and am a guardian of the Nabata desert."

"Elibe? Like Lyn and Ninian?" Henriette couldn't help but ask.

The mention of those two names caught Igrene slightly off guard, but she quickly answered her question, "Ahh, yes. Though those two come from a time before me. My father fought alongside them along with Lord Eliwood and Hector. I meanwhile, fought alongside their children, Lord Roy and Lilina." She explained.

Her words intrigued Henriette, "I see," She responded, learning more about how some of these Heroes were connected.

"So, what mission are you two heading out on?" Morgan cut in to ask, curious about what they'd be setting out to do.

Shamir and Igrene shared a glance at the other, before turning back to look at the lad. "Hunting," was the simple, one-word answer Shamir answered, and was all she was willing to give as Igrene held a small smirk beside her.

Still, the red-dressed archer seemed to pity the boy, and as such, she said, "But we aren't the only ones going out on a mission. In fact, I think the others can tell you more about a much more interesting mission." She suggested, turning her head towards the door she came in from and calling out, "Olivia, Azura, mind if you two come over here for a bit?"

"Oh! Give us a minute!" A mildly timid yet energetic voice called back, one that Morgan could quickly recognize, especially considering who the possible identities were.

"Olivia?" Morgan muttered, surprised that she was here.

Henriette turned her attention to him upon noticing his muttering, "You know this, Olivia?"

Turning to her and nodding, Morgan explained further, "Yeah, she's also part of the shepherds from Ylisse, though she originally comes from a place called Ferox. She's a pretty amazing dancer, but she can also, well, sometimes she can be a little..."

Henriette became confused and curious as Morgan trailed off, this Olivia could be what sometimes? She wanted to know, fortunately, she'd get her answer as a small yelp forced her and everyone else's attention.

"Mo-Morgan!?" A pink-haired woman stuttered, a large blush on her face as she shifted her gaze from him to Henriette as she then asked, "Who's that!?"

"She can be a bit...shy at times," Igrene stated, finishing what Morgan was about to say as the four gazed at Olivia. She was wearing what was essentially a black version of her usual attire that held a bit more of an exotic and sensual flare.

It was an... exotic garb in Henriette's eyes. If she were to dance in it, the Queen could only wonder how many would be captivated by the sight. She and even Morgan were already somewhat captivated.

And Olivia wasn't prepared for their sets of eyes, "Oh goodness, please don't look at me!" She pleaded before jumping back and behind another woman who had walked up behind her. A mildly surprised look on her face as Olivia cowered behind her and her long, flowing locks of crystal-blue hair.

"And that there is Azura," Shamir stated, gesturing to the room who was also wearing an alternate version of her regular attire. Her usual white dress now colored a dusky palette of purplish-blue, one of her legs completely visible and bare thanks to the long slit in her skirt as a translucent veil covered her mouth and chin. A unique axe with a very long handle gripped in one of her hands.

"She's more of a singer than a dancer, though she can still perform the latter better than most others," Igrene explained as Azura was attempting to console the fidgeting dancer that hid behind her.

"You didn't tell me there were others here!?" Olivia shouted accusingly towards Igrene and Shamir.

The latter didn't seem to care much though, "You're practicing to infiltrate a high-end bar undercover and get some info from nobles, and yet you can't handle the sudden appearance of two guests?" She asked, still unable to understand the girl's timidness.

"I wasn't prepared! You can't just drop stuff like this on me! I need to be ready! Especially when I'm wearing this type of outfit!" Olivia countered, letting out a small whine as Azura gingerly patted her back in comfort, already used to doing this type of thing for her friend.

"Umm, perhaps we should leave?" Henriette suggested, "I'd rather not make her uncomfortable if I don't have to."

Shamir however, shot down her suggestion with a wave of her hand, "Don't worry about it, just give her a bit and she'll get over it," She assured, before a seemingly devious thought came into her mind, one that seemed to involve Morgan as she shifted her gaze towards him and asked, "Hey, Morgan, up to help us?"

Caught a bit off guard by her question, Morgan took a moment to reply, "Uh-um...sure, what do you need me to do?"

"Sit in that chair over there," Shamir simply told him, gesturing to said chair with a small grin.

Doing as told, Morgan walked over to said chair to take a seat, clearly curious as to what it was Shamir was planning for him. Igrene meanwhile, seemed to have a general idea as she gazed at her friend with a raised brow.

Shifting her gaze towards the timid dancer and comforting singer, Shamir said, "Hey, you two, why don't you do some practice for your routine right now?"

"Practice?" Azura called back, a bit confused at the suggestion.

"Yeah, show our guest here what you two are made of. She's very curious to see how well you both can perform, I'm sure." Shamir stated, gesturing to Henriette, who merely gave Olivia and Azura a friendly smile and wave, not going against Shamir's words. She truthfully was curious as to their talents.

"Uhh...but who are we supposed to focus on?" Olivia shyly responded, now feeling a bit calmer thanks to Azura's efforts as asked who would be the focus of their dance as it was practiced with the goal of... seducing a target. And when Shamir gestured to their "audience" , all of Azura's efforts to calm Olivia down seemed to go to waste as she lit up once again.

Morgan felt like the spotlight was on him in the worst possible way when Olivia and Azura shifted their gaze onto him, realization flashing through all their minds. Azura let out a small sigh while Olivia and Morgan gained rather prominent blushes.

"Well~?" Shamir urged them to start, clearly taking a bit of fun at their situation. Azura was the first to compose herself, after sending a small glare to her comrade, she glanced towards the lad who was now the target of their practice before turning her attention to Olivia, who glanced at her in desperation to save them from this embarrassing act.

Unfortunately, Azura merely shook her head. While she wasn't pleased with this sudden action, she did see merit in some practice with a live target. And while this lad wasn't that similar to the nobles they'd instead focus on in the field, she did believe it could still tell them both enough on what could be improved on in their routine.

Passing on this logic to Olivia with merely her eyes, the pink-haired dancer turned her head away. Taking a moment to process that information before nodding along in agreement, though her blush still prominent. Gods, she may never be able to look Morgan or Robin in the eyes again after this performance, and yet she couldn't deny that getting a chance to try out this routine was exciting.

Taking a deep breath, Olivia reached into her bosom, surprising Morgan and Henriette as she pulled out a pair of fans from within. It prompted her chest to shift and sway a bit as she expanded the accessories and focused her gaze onto Morgan along with Azura.

Gone was her timidness, instead, a certain type of focus and determination now took its place. And with Azura similarly focused beside her, Morgan was too stunned to move, perhaps even breath as he was now the focus of both performers' sights.

And he didn't know whether to be thankful or embarrassed by what followed next, entranced by the duo's performance to focus on anything else other than them. He didn't notice Shamir's grin, Igrene's conflicted gaze, or even Henriette's blush as they all watched the exotic performance.

Yet they all noticed the rising tent in his pants except him. Though thankfully, no one had the cruelty to mention it to the Lad.

---

'Oh my~'

Those were the thoughts that went through Henriette's mind as she glanced towards the lad next to her, specifically his crotch, and the tent that while subsided a bit still hadn't completely disappeared. Still, she continued to smile at the lad as they both talked and walked through the halls towards her room. The tour had ended, but Henriette wanted to continue speaking with Morgan for a little longer.

Unfortunately, it seemed as though the reaction those dancers had elicited was too strong for him to just ignore. It made him nervous, slightly flustered, stuttering with a few of his words whenever Henriette's gaze seemed a bit too close or focused for him. She wouldn't claim she wasn't a bit flustered as well, but she was a Queen, a mother, and a woman, she had dealt with all sorts of embarrassing situations, so hiding a tinge of pink on her cheeks was child's play.

Still, she felt bad for Morgan. It was clear by the way he was walking and kept his hands in his cloak that he was trying to hopefully disguise his erection. While Henriette would say he was doing a better job than most, he was still but a lad, and so to someone like her, his attempts were as clear as day. If only he could relax, feel as though there was no chance for her to see his tent that they continue their conversation without this slightly awkward atmosphere.

It would be such a shame to send him off with an awkward and nervous smile instead of a genuine one.

'Actually,' An idea passed through Henriette, prompting her eyes to slightly widen as a small grin came onto her face. She paused their conversation for a moment by stopping in her tracks, Morgan stopped with her as he gazed at her in confusion for her sudden stop.

Henriette proceeded to raise her arms over her head, her right bent back down to the back of her head while her left continued to straighten up. A mildly loud yet refined yawn left her lips as she stretched beside the junior tactician, arching her chest out just a bit while she did so, something she noticed him glance at.

"Sorry, I suppose I'm feeling a bit fatigued after this long yet rather enjoyable tour," Henriette told Morgan with a small smile, a mask of slight embarrassment on her face as she then said, "I hadn't even noticed how warm I've gotten in this cape until now,"

With that, the queen grabbed a hold of her royal garment and slid it off her shoulders, she let out a small sigh of relief as both a literal and figurative weight was lifted from her shoulders. "That feels better," She expressed with a smile as she held the half-folded garment over her arms, before turning to Morgan and asked, "I'm sorry Morgan, but do you mind holding this until we get to my chambers?"

Morgan blinked at her, caught off-guard by her act and subsequent question. But as she continued to gaze at him expectedly and with a small smile, he nodded his head and stuttered out a response, "O-Of course," Taking the cape from her hand and holding it in front of his chest, the large fabric was long enough to reach down past his crotch and completely hide it from Henriette's view.

'Good,' The Queen declared in her mind. With that out of the way, Morgan should feel more at ease knowing his erection was completely hidden from view. Of course, he'd first needed to settle down from the small show Henriette gave him. She couldn't help herself! There was just something so fun and enticing about teasing this lad.

Of course, she'd have to make it up to him she thought as the two picked back up their previous conversation. With Morgan seemingly becoming a bit more relaxed thanks to Henriette's cloak. It brought her some joy to see her plan was working out, but her mind started to wander in turn.

How should she make things up now that she thought about it? After all that teasing and coy looks he received from various women throughout the day, not to mention the two's time in that closet and that dance he received, it seemed there were few options to do so. And all of them required giving him some form of relief.

The Queen's cheeks lit up the brightest they had been since their conversation began. Morgan was no doubt pent up, and it was partly her fault. She felt some sort of responsibility for it even if she didn't need to. Still, what she was considering was scandalous. Though it wasn't like this was her first risk of such a scandal.

Though that was back when she was still a young Queen, and it had been quite a while since she last had a romp that didn't come from her king.

Then again, she would no longer be able to have that as well.

Lonely nights and mornings like today flashed through her mind as she remembered she'd never be able to experience his warmth again. And yet beside her was a lad who would more than likely be able to give her that warmth, both one of lust, and what she believed could be genius and heartfelt adoration as well. From what she learned of him today, Henriette was certain of the type of man Morgan was. He wasn't a braget or egotistical, but someone who truly cared about others. She believed he could be trusted with her needs.

That was all she needed to be pushed over the edge of her doubts.

Having decreed her decision inside her mind, the Queen's mind created a plan to make it so. The first step occurring when she and Morgan reached the entrance to her chambers.

"Welp, it looks like this is the end," Morgan stated as the two stood in front of the chamber doors, a small smile on his face. Part of him was sad that they'd have to separate, as, despite all the challenges, Morgan had genuinely enjoyed his time with the Queen. But another part of him was grateful it was now coming to an end, and that he would be allowed the privacy he so genuinely sought to finally take care of his urges.

And yet Henriette's next words threaten that thought. With a mildly forlorn look, she said, "Is that so? I can't say I'd like for that just yet, you've been a rather enjoyable tour guide, Morgan." With a small, hopeful smile directed at him, she asked, "Would you like to come inside for some tea?"

Morgan almost balked at her question, taking a half step back as he responded, "I-I wouldn't want to intrude," He got out, immediately wishing he had said something better and more convincing. Especially as Henriette pushed on further on her invitation.

"Nonsense, I'd love to spend more time with you, " She asserted, her smile widening as continued to further her suggestion, "Please, think of it as my way of giving thanks for all your work today."

Morgan wanted to reject, unsure how much longer he could hold on with this MILF. But under the pressure of her gentle and hopeful face, he found himself powerless to resist. Closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath, he was able to calm himself down to politely accept her invitation, "Very well,"

Henriette's smile threatened to blind him with her glee, "Good," She simply told him before turning towards the door and opening it up without a moment's waste, gesturing for him to enter which he did. As she closed the door behind him, Morgan took in the Queen's chambers and found himself in slight awe at what it held.

It was definitely fit for royalty. A large bed pressed against the side wall's center, to his right was a small, personal table that held enough chairs to seat three people. To his left was a wall that sectioned off the close corner of the room, most likely be used as a wardrobe in Morgan's mind, considering he didn't see anywhere else for it.

In the center of the left wall, opposite of the bed was a door that seemed to lead into the bathroom from what Morgan could see at his angle. And past the bed to the far half of the room seemed to hold a plethora of furniture from cushion couches and chairs circling a small table in its center. A set of shelves lined the far left corner, holding whatever it was the Queen stored inside its drawers, with a few books set up atop of them to display. To the right corner was a small desk, most likely used when Henriette needed to do some work inside her room. And in the middle of the far wall was a door that led out to a balcony that would give Henriette a view over the castle.

"Please, take a seat and make yourself comfortable," She urged, gesturing to the table to his right while walking past him and retrieving her cape from his arms. Her words and actions snapping Morgan out of his small trance, taking a few steps towards the table he quickly realized she wasn't joining him. She instead was about to make her way around the corner of her supposed wardrobe.

Noticing his gaze, Henriette stopped in her tracks and smiled at him, "Please, allow me a few moments to take care of a few things," She asked of him, waiting for the lad to nod before she gave him a thankful look in return and headed off.

With that, Morgan was left alone for a few minutes as he waited for her to return. He took a seat as she suggested and let his eyes scan around the Queen's chambers to give them something to do, hopeful so he wouldn't focus too much on the thoughts in his mind.

And yet, even so, he held his hands together and clenched them, attempting to give some reprieve to the urges that have been penting up throughout the day. Especially considering the fact he was now alone in the room of the woman who was partly responsible.

Morgan shook his head at that thought, he couldn't think of the Queen...of Henriette like that! Not after all the kindness she's shown him today, especially after that incident in the closet. What would that say about him if he attempted to debase her in his thoughts when she was attempting to give thanks for his tour.

That was why she invited him inside of her room, yes?

"Ah, this is much better,"

Morgan's head turned to the voice, his eyes widening as Henriette exited the wardrobe and made her way to him with a bright smile on her face as he had shifted her attire into a simple yet undoubtedly alluring robe. It was on the edge of modest and revealing, long enough to cover more than enough of her body and skin as it went down to below her thighs. Yet it was draped in a way that showed off her seasoned curves with a hint of her bosom peaking out.

"I hope you don't mind the wait, I elected into shifting into something a bit more comfortable ," She Queen stated as she walked past the table and to the corner which was layer with a few cabinets. Opening one up she leaned inside to take out a few supplies, which in turn had her butt jutting out towards the lad, the fabric of her robe doing little to hide its size and prominent curve.

"Ahh, here we go," Henriette's voice was chipper as she took out two teacups and pot and placed it on the counter over the cabinets. Filling the pot up and applying a handy spell to prepare the refreshment much faster than usually needed. It may not taste at its best with this shortcut, but it was more than enough to be serviceable for a casual discussion.

"Here you go," Henriette placed down his tea in front of him, placing the pot down in the center and taking a seat beside the lad. Far enough for modesty, but close enough for Morgan to have a decent angle of her side. Allowing him to see more of her body instead of just her upper half had she just sat opposite him.

Taking a sip of his tea, Morgan felt like he should be the one to start this conversation, "So, anything you'd like to talk about?" Morgan asked, allowing her to choose the topic of the conversation as he tried his best not to let his nervousness show while also attempting to cover up his erection with his posture just in case.

Henriette smiled at his words, "Asking a lady what she would like, your mother raised you well," She praised, half-jokingly, and yet her words also seemed sincere as she took a sip of her drink.

Morgan chuckled, "Well, I can't imagine I'd be able to know what someone like you would like to talk about. Being a Queen and all I'm sure you have all sorts of interesting conversations that whatever I can suggest may seem dull in comparison."

Henriette's smile morphed into a grin as she narrowed her eyes a tad at him, "Modest as well," She replied, adding onto her praise as she then said, "No wonder all those ladies seemed so smitten with you."

Morgan almost choked on his tea at her last words, "I-I'm sorry, what?" He asked, hoping he had heard her wrong.

Henriette's grin never faltered as she stirred her cup, "Oh please Morgan, no need to be humble," She insisted, "Lots of those women we meet today seemed pretty comfortable with you, like that blonde cleric in the infirmary, Lissa I believe her name was? "

"Lissa just likes to goof around and have fun, that's all," Morgan attempted to retort.

But Henriette wasn't having any of that, "Maybe so, but I could tell she seemed to greatly enjoy doing so with you. And how do you explain those dancers? To perform such a... personal dance with you, they must've at least trusted you."

Morgan couldn't hold back his blush as he turned his head to look away. Henriette's words continued, "And what about Caeda?" She pointed on, not needing to reference specifics as they both knew her name was enough.

"That's...that's just her teasing." Morgan tried to explain, yet his words were weak, showcasing he didn't truly believe his own words.

"If that's true, I'd like to see how she gets when she's truly serious about flirting," Henriette simply replied, not pushing back against his answer, but her words still hit all the same.

There was a bit of silence that followed, not awkward, but close to becoming such with Morgan attempting to find the right words to speak.

"This was...not how I expected this was what you would've liked to talk about," Morgan admitted shyly and weakly, his smile as conflicted as his tone as he didn't know how to feel about this.

Henriette tried to calm his nerves with a mirthful chuckle that appeared to only send his spine tingling, "Come now Morgan, I may be Queen but I am a woman. Talking about these things is something I never tire of, even if I may be a bit too old for it now."

" Huh ~, to be young again. Sometimes I wonder if I'm still good enough to look the part of a Queen," She continued with some self-deprecating humor that was laced with a tad of seriousness. She wondered what his response would be to it, and she found herself very pleased by it.

"I don't think that's an issue," Morgan couldn't help but say, his voice still nervous, but firmer than before, prompting Henriette to lift her gaze towards him with intrigue. Morgan looking down at his tea and gripping it as he continued, "I mean, you still look amazing if you ask me."

Henriette blinked at his words, momentarily taken aback by them. She didn't expect him to just say it, even if he believed in it.

She couldn't help but grin.

"And a charmer as well. Goodness Morgan, if you keep this up, I may not be able to keep myself back from arranging some more private time with you and my daughter. As a mother, I'd feel terrible to not encourage her to give a strapping young lad like you a chance?"

Once again, Morgan almost choked on his tea, eyes going wide as he turned them towards the Queen, "Me-me and Sharena are just friends!" He tried to assert, not wanting her to get any wrong assumptions.

And yet he was playing right into her hands.

"Oh I'm sure," The woman replied without hesitation, her lips curled into half-a-smile and half-a-grin, "But who's to say you can't become more? I'm sure you two would look great together."

When he didn't respond after a few moments, Henriette asked, "Or do you not find her attractive enough?" Her tone was by no means hostile, but it wasn't as kind as before either.

It made Morgan almost sweat, "No-no! Sharena's looks just as pretty as you do! It's just-" Morgan shut up when he saw the grin plastered on her face, realizing what he had just admitted to.

"Well it's good to know you think my daughter can hold her own against this Order filled with countless beauties," Henriette stated with a hint of pride as she waited for Morgan's response. Except it didn't come, at least not with words. Falling silent he turned his head away, unsure of what to say, of what he could say.

Still, Henriette pressed on, "I wonder, is your hesitation about my daughter specific to her? Or does it have to do with something else?" The mother questioned, leaning slightly forward on the table as her eyes became narrower towards the lad.

"Perhaps it has something to do with all those wonderful ladies we saw today? Perhaps you feel something for one of them? Or perhaps, multiple of them?" Her words left her full lips with greater and greater clarity, becoming the center of focus of Morgan's confused mind as he continued to try and not gaze towards the Queen as she increasingly leaned closer and closer towards him, "Or perhaps, even me?"

She was close enough that her words were barely a whisper, flowing like honey into his ears. Yet the effect they had was like being doused in a bucket of cold water. His mind that had been racking with uncertainty and nervousness was snapped into focus as he turned to look at her with wide, unbelieving eyes.

"He-... Henriette?" was all he could croak out in response to her last words. The only thing he could think of was clarification on them.

Her grin turned as sultry as her words, "Come now Morgan, you don't think I didn't notice?" She asked, extending her hand out towards his lap. He didn't even see her move it, too focused on her face, but he did feel her plant it atop of his crotch, pressing firmly down on his tenting erection and prompting him to gasp in response.

"When did you first get this, I wonder?" Henriette playfully asked as she continued to shift the pressure of her palm atop his crotch, having him squirm in his seat and unable to form a response to her question and allowing her to give possible answers.

"Was it during that dance those ladies gave? Or perhaps it was from Caeda's constant teasing in that alluring gown? Or maybe you first popped it when we were pressed together in that tight closet." Henriette listed off multiple instances in which his erection could've first emerged.

Glancing up at his conflicted face, Henriette thought to ease his worries by flashing him a gentle smile, "Oh don't worry dear, I'm not angry at you at all." She told him.

His eyes just barely widened at her in surprise, "You-you're not?" He asked, unsure if he could believe the truth.

Henriette assured him of it and more, "Oh how could I be? This is my fault, isn't it?" She asked, almost playful. Morgan's eyes widening at her in disbelief, and for a moment, it seemed as though he was about to push back against her claims, ever the polite lad even in this situation.

But Henriette didn't give him a chance to do so, "Oh no need to be polite dear, I suppose saying it's my fault may be a bit too harsh. But I can't deny I hold some responsibility for your current state." She stated, her hand never ceasing its attentive ministrations on his erection, "Oh how hard it must've been for you. Today you must've seen more beautiful and attractive women than most men see in their lifetime. And you had to endure a plethora of situations that no one would fault you for having some urges . And yet you weren't given the chance to tend to those urges due to me, right?"

Morgan was silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with her statement. His eyes were twitching from the sensation against his dick as he tried to keep his focus on the Queen in front of her. A few low grunts and gasps were let out whenever she put a rather ample amount of force on his dick, as though to tease him of the relief he truly needed. And yet he doubted his own hands would be able to compare to her own, even if she hadn't made direct skin contact with his loins yet.

"You must be so pent up, aren't you?" Henriette questioned, already knowing the answer as Morgan offered the smallest of tsks in response. "You've been so great to me today, and so I felt as though I couldn't just send you off when the tour was done. You may not be one of my subjects, but you've done much for my kingdom, and so as Queen, I need make sure I give my proper thanks~"

Morgan was panting now under her dick-massage, cheeks flushed and a sweat forming on his bow as his current cloak was feeling very hot. His eyes were becoming hazy with lust and need that focused on the Queen, hopeful and begging in their gaze at what she could mean by thanks despite it being very clear.

Henriette grinned at that look, "Now then, shall we get started?"

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"My my, someone seems restless~"

Morgan couldn't reply to the teasing, sultry tone spoken by the Queen in front of him. Instead, he could only grit his teeth and continue thrusting his hips between her spread legs as she sat on the edge of the table. His actions proved her taunt as his grip on her hips tightened while his balls slapped against her ass. A small, delighted gasp escaping her lips from a particularly deep thrust that left her on the verge of crackling.

"Now then, shall we get started?"

After she had said those words, Morgan felt as though he had entered a trance. Still fully in control of his actions, yes, yet it was as though his body moved without input from his mind, save for the simplest of thoughts.

From her kiss that he soon returned passionately back, he let his hands roam around her robe and finally explore those tantalizing curves that had been at the forefront of his mind all day. Her muffled moans and mewls spurred him on, prompting him to become greedier. Something she seemed to take great delight in with various giggles before eventually pushing him away.

With a sultry grin, she stood up, undoing the sash of her robe and opening it up, still draped over her body but now much of her front exposed, revealing she had nothing underneath. Her nipples barely covered, but Morgan now had a much better view of the valley of her breasts down to her toned, flat stomach and finally, her mature and leaking folds topped off with a trimmed blonde bush overhead.

Shimming atop of the desk, she spread her legs and gestured for him to come in between them, which he did. What came next was a mess of limbs as both their hands shot down around his crotch to free his erection, though it was his own hands that undid his belt while her's were the one to fish out his cock from his drawers.

Her touch prompted him to hiss as she gazed at the erection that had found itself her central focus multiple times today, and now she saw it completely bare. It was not as mighty as her king, but for a lad, it was very impressive. Yes, it would more than suit her needs more than enough, grinning and licking her lips in anticipation.

Soon enough she guided his tip to the entrance of her folds, allowing him to hold her hips as he pushed in. A loud moan escaping them both as soon enough he set a rhythm. The table beneath them creaked while a duet of skin-slaps were created by his hips and her thighs along with his balls clapping against her ass. All top off with their pants and gasps.

And now here they were, Morgan's pants and trousers bunched around his thighs as he continued to thrust in between the Queen's legs and through her royal halls. Her pussy was simply put, intoxicating. The way it so snugly clung to him, not too greedy in strength yet not too weak as well allowed him to move in and out at a comfortable pace. Constantly having it massaged in a velvet embrace, an embrace that extended with her other limbs.

She had one hand wrapped around his neck as she leaned back, allowing him to see her breasts bounce and shift under and out her robes from the force of his thrust. Her other hand planted behind her against the table to keep herself propped up. Her thighs pushed against his sides while the rest of her legs locked around the back of his thighs to give a shaky yet firm lock on him. He may have been given control of the pace, but he wouldn't be able to leave unless she allowed it.

And given how well he was currently performing, Henriette planned to keep him stuffed inside her for a while.

" MMhmmm ~" The queen let out a satisfied moan at Morgan's thrust, her toes curling in her sandals as she tipped her head back. Her robe now opened up enough for her breasts to be fully exposed and roll insight of the lad, spurring him on no doubt as Henriette enjoyed the way he was churning up her pussy.

She had opted to let him start in control for a few reasons. One, she did truly feel bad about his pent-up desires, and letting him have this first round to focus on finally relieving those would be good for him. Second, it gave her a chance to see how well he just was. And as she admitted before, he was performing very well.

Even while being set on relieving his urges, he was putting those tactical skills of his to use. He made note of her reactions, experimenting with a few thrusts to find which ones she enjoyed the most. Sometimes he let one of his hands wander, giving her rolling breasts a good squeeze or holding her lower back to make sure she didn't lean too far back and allow her to better relax and bask in the sensation.

She found his attempts to not forget her own pleasure admirable. But while the thought was nice, it made Henriette realize Morgan was holding back. He was still hesitant in his actions, not truly letting loose. Perhaps he was fearful he'd go too far and she'd call this whole thing off, or perhaps he was having doubts about doing this at all with the Queen of Askr. In any case, if they were gonna continue Henriette needed Morgan to give her a taste of what he was like when he truly let loose.

"You're holding back."

Morgan blinked at those words, unsure if he heard them. Lifting his gaze from her bouncing tits, he saw her looking down at her with a somewhat focused gaze.

"You're holding back," Henriette repeated once again, making sure he had heard her before she continued, "While I can appreciate the sentiment Morgan, I would rather wish for you to let loose. Simply put, it has been a while since I've had a good lay. And while this is enjoyable, it's not what I need, and clearly not what you truly desire either."

Morgan continued to blink at her, taken aback by her words as his hips continued to move on their own at their brisk yet steady pace. Yet what she said next drove new life into them and him. She leaned her lips towards his ear, tightening her grasp against the back of his neck, tapping her fingers against the skin as with a sultry voice, she decreed, "Morgan, ravage this Queen to your heart's content."

"Fuck me~"

Morgan went still, silent in the face of her words. His stunned gaze was met with her d back at him with narrow eyes, as if daring him to not head her order. And after another moment of looking into her eyes, Henriette saw something ignite in him, a flame of desire and lust had been set ablaze.

Though she could've sworn the blaze was colored purple.

Before she could confirm the color of his inner fire, she let out a gasp as Morgan suddenly forced her on her back. Lying flat atop of the table, the sudden shift in position caught her off guard, allowing her legs to be released from around his grip. Her hands were to the side of her head and her legs spread and bent to the side.

Henriette couldn't help but form a small blush on her cheeks as she gazed up in trepidation. For a moment, she feared she may have unleashed something she wouldn't be able to handle. But after that moment, she found such an idea rather intriguing. And so finding her curiosity piqued, she grinned up at the lad that now bore over her, hands now planted against the table to her side as he gazed down at her with an uncharacteristic look of lust.

"Well?" Henriette spoke, bringing her hands over her head, she made sure to make herself look as enticing as possible as she arched her chest up slightly for him to view as she finished, "What are you waiting for?"

She bucked her hips against him to make her point, reminding him he was still balls deep inside of her. And after wincing for a moment at the sudden sensation he wasn't prepared for, Morgan grit his teeth and focused himself. The look he gave Henriette made her bite her lip in anticipation.

The blonde mother hissed as he pulled his hips back until just the tip of his cock was inside of her, and after just a moment's pause, he slammed his hips back down against her. She gasped as he buried his length inside of her in one go, eyes going wide as she tilted her head back and arched her back off the table. The force of his thrust had her legs go struck straight out by his side while a ripple up throughout her flesh Her breasts flopping and the table beneath them creaked.

And he repeated the thrust.

"Oh!"

And again.

"Ah!"

And again.

"Hah! Hah!"

Over and over, Morgan pounded Henriette with the same powerful thrust. The only difference being with the speed at which he did so. The gap between each thrust shortened as he set a rather brutal rhythm. A rhythm that prompted Henriette's voice to sing a tone of moans and gasps over the lascivious slaps he produced every time he rammed himself through her royal walls. Her back rubbed against the tabletop under her robe as it now clung loosely around her hips, her massive tits free to flop widely about as the smack and slapped against one another and her face.

Morgan grunted in turn, noticing how her pussy began to tighten around his cock, prompting him to increase the force of his thrust to push through and keep up his pace. The result came in the form of the table they used shaking, with Henriette's moans became louder and her voice starting to crack.

He could already feel his body start to feel a bit of exhaustion by his sudden increase in physical strain, no doubt in part to still being mostly clothed. He could feel his body heat up rather quickly thanks to his thick coat, a few droplets of sweat forming on his face. He would've liked to take a moment to rest, to get rid of the extra baggage and better prepare himself.

And yet the sight of the Queen's face, normally composed, calm, and gentle was instead replaced into one of lust and pleasure. All by his actions. It spurred him on while also elicited something more... primal from within him.

" OHH~! " Henriette gasped as her eyes, on the verge of rolling back were forced wide open as they shot down to her breasts, breasts that were now being furiously groped by Morgan. He treated them not with the care that a Queen deserved, but mauled at them like they were his to do as he pleased.

That was how he was treating her in general at the moment. He followed Henriette's order and was now ravaging her, pounding her with as much ferocity as he groped her breasts. He was no longer thinking of her pleasure, only his own. And that was what exactly was sending Henriette to new heights he wasn't sending her before.

Because right now, he was fucking Henriette in a way her king once did, in a way she loved more than anything else, hot, hard, and heavy.

This lad may not have been large as her king, both with his sword and in general, and he may not have possessed the same strength he could. But he did have that oh so incredible youthful enthusiasm, and his tactical prowess was more than enough for the Queen while differentiating him from her king.

"Hah! Harder! Deeper, Morgan! More!" Henriette's words were on the edge of a beg and order. Her hands now grasping the edges of the table to support herself as she desired more, indicated as she attempted to buck back against the lad's thrust and increase both their pleasure in response.

And so Morgan heeded her words and gave her exactly as she wished. Releasing her breasts so that they were free to flop about and once again smack her increasingly disheveling face as her hair-buns began to unravel, Morgan gripped the Queen's wide and round hips. He used his hold to pull and push the MILF over his shaft, allowing him to better stir up her insides as his hips continued their brutal yet effective pace.

"Go-Gods!" Henriette gasped, genuinely impressed by Morgan's actions. It may have just been how long it had been since she had been brought to a genuine release by another, but Henriette could care less. She was feeling amazing, and she was letting Morgan know just how much. She knew it was spurring the lad even more, and in turn, bringing her greater pleasure.

She may have worn the crown of a Queen, but behind these closed doors, she was more than content to wear the mask of a whore if it brought them both immense pleasure.

"He-Henriette..."

Morgan's voice was low, barely a whisper in the chorus of sex they were creating. And yet Henriette heard it, and the warning he was attempting to convey.

"Gah!" Morgan's grunt was one of surprise as he suddenly felt the Queen's curvaceous legs snap around his waist, keeping his dick trapped within the confines of her twat. And he knew that was a problem.

"He-Henriette!" He called out her name, louder and with more urgency, wondering if she had made some mistake and misheard him. If she kept this up, then, then…

"Do it~"

Her sultry words cut through the room, Morgan's purple eyes wide and stunned while her green pair were narrow and determined, boring into him with the intent that he dare not ignore her order.

And that was just what sent him over the edge.

"Go-gods!" Morgan roared as with one final thrust, he slammed his hips against the Queen's hips with as much force as he could while pulling her towards him. His action completely buried his shaft within her velvet folds as he triggered her orgasm.

Henriette's eyes widened before rolling back, back arching off the table as her orgasm ripped through her, "Ye-yes!" She cried in blunt bliss. Mouth wide-age as her legs held Morgan as tight as they could to keep him in her royal halls for the entirety of their orgasm, no doubt bringing a bit of pain to the lad.

Yet that pain was merely a drop in the bucket to him compared to the overwhelming sensation of her walls milking his cock. She squeezed every last drop from his glans, completely defiling her womb with such scandalous seed. And yet Henriette could care less with how good it felt. Morgan meanwhile, was more worried about his legs buckling under his weight as his world threatened to go white.

In any case, he succumbed to that white void. The strength in his legs failed him, and with him leaning over the Queen and her leg-lock around him, he fell right atop of her.

"Uff!"

A pair of small gasps and grunts were heard as Morgan's head landed in the valley of Henriette's bosom while he laid atop the rest of her body. Though neither of them made an effort to pull away, in fact, they found the other's body comforting.

The rising and falling of the other's chest, the sweat and dampness of their clothes on their skin, their ragged breaths as they attempt to calm their aching lungs from the sudden excursion they were forced into. It was relaxing after having such a passionate romp.

But after a minute or two to rest, Henriette cut the silence with a few words.

"Goodness, you were really pent up, weren't you?" She joked, her voice a tad strained by mostly composed as she caught Morgan's attention. The Queen's head still resting against the table and gazing up as she continued, "You don't have any spells or hexes placed on that could increase your orgasm, do you?"

Morgan blinked at her question, unsure if he had heard her properly. But after a moment he realized that she had truly said it, and attempted to answer back, "N-no..." He stammered out, a small blush coming onto his face as he did so.

" Hehe ~, could've fooled me," The blonde joked with a chuckle, rolling her hips just a tad to swirl the various loads there were stuffed in her twat and running down her thighs, "Goodness, you're lucky I'm on my own special little set of spells and hexes, otherwise...well, I'm not sure if it'd be more embarrassing for you or me to inform Alfonse and Sharena of their new sibling."

Morgan's blush deepened at her words as he was reminded once again that he had come inside this beautiful woman. And not just any woman, the Queen of Askr, and the mother of a dear friend.

"So-sorry..." He couldn't help but apologize, attempting to hide in her bosom when she tilted her head down to gaze at him with a small smile.

Henriette chuckled mirthfully at his reaction, "Please Morgan, do I sound displeased?" She asked somewhat genuinely, wanting to make sure his worries were thrown away so that he was truly relaxed. And also to help him ready for what she had planned next. Her plans were expressed when her gentle smile morphed into a grin, "In fact, I think I want you to do that again, many times, in fact."

Morgan looked at her with wide eyes. Despite her words being fairly plain, part of him couldn't believe she suggested for them to continue and for him to repeat such a scandalous act.

She reaffirmed her words by rolling her hips, more boldly this time and stirring up his dick inside her folds, causing him to wince as she could feel he was still rather hard. It made her grin deepen as she said, "And you seem more than eager to continue, am I wrong?"

She massaged his dick with her walls, making sure to keep it nice and hard within her while stirring up his urges, hoping to rile him up. Propping herself on her elbows she shifted the heights of their head, making it so that she was now looking down at him with a sultry look.

"Why don't you put that smart mind of yours to use and show me how creative you can be. All night long~"

Her grin deepened even further when she noticed the purple flame within his gaze flicker in response.

---

"Oh~ That's it~"

Henriette cooed her words and moans as she grounded back against Morgan's crotch, feet planted against the ground while the lad sat on the edge of her luxurious bed. They had a small change of location, and during so they made sure to remove most of their extra baggage.

For Henriette that meant fully dropping her robe and laying her seasoned body bare to his gaze, every one of her mature curves on display. Morgan meanwhile had finally been able to get rid of his baggy cloak and pants along with his boots and trousers. The only thing he had left was his shirt, which he would've also removed had the Queen not pulled him into a hungry kiss that led to their current position.

" OHhh ~ You pick on fast, don't you?" Henriette teased the lad as he continued to grope at her tits from behind, leaning back into him as every squeeze he gave seemed better than the last. Their hips moved at a somewhat lethargic pace as she bounced atop of him, allowing him to see her large ass rippling and splaying all over his lap every time she came down. A loud, wet slap of skin rang periodically throughout the room along with the small creak of the bed and their moans, groans, and creaks of the bed.

Morgan for his part was silent, doing his best to concentrate on setting a pace and steadying himself. As much as he wanted to go all out and pound Henriette like she was more than willing to receive, he knew it would only please him and her in the short term. No, if he wanted to make this last, he needed to be smart about his actions. That meant conserving his energy and finding out which actions got the best reactions from her so that he could focus on them.

And right now, she seemed more than content to buck back against his crotch, happily spreading her legs for his thrust and arching her chest out against his hands, practically opening herself up to him.

" Ahh ~" Henriette let out a small gasp as Morgan planted his lips over the skin that bridged her shoulder and neck, sucking on the glistening skin and lightly sinking his teeth into the flesh. And her response was a positive one, tilting her neck to the side to give him greater access while wrapping an arm around his head to pull him in closer.

" Mhmm~ , I've got to say, I'm not sure whether to be jealous or thankful to those other ladies you've honed these techniques from."

Henriette's words cut through the air, prompting Morgan's whole body to become still and his eyes to snap open. Slowly, he detached his lips from her neck and gazed towards her, "You-you..." He tried to voice his thoughts but found them stuck in his throat.

Luckily, Henriette more than understood the question he was trying to ask. Turning her head back towards him, she gave him a playfully sultry look as she responded, "Please, you don't think I couldn't tell?" She asked with a mirthful tone, her hips still moving atop of his crotch as she made sure to keep some sort of rhythm going, "You may be a fast learner, but I can tell you've got some experience under your belt."

Morgan gawked in disbelief towards her. How was she able to figure that out?

The Queen's grin deepened, "I can just tell by your actions. Considering how much attention you seem to receive from the older women, well, I'm sure the ones closer to your age must be all over you, huh? I can just tell by your movements. This is the type of fucking that comes from youthful passion, where those involved learn together, and not from someone with much more experience.." She joked, grounding her ass against his lap as she didn't give him a chance to respond "I wonder, has Sharena also experienced some of this? Would that make me a bad mother if I indulged in it as well? Or perhaps you'd like that, a little pair-up between mother and son against you? Oh, how naughty~"

Morgan was silent, unable to say anything in the face of her words, not able to confirm if they were correct or off base. And yet his silence was more than enough for Henriette. "Well that's not important right now I suppose. I suppose I'll just have to give you a lesson you what it's like to be with a more... mature woman~" She shrugged off the topic before he could recompose herself, flipping her head towards the front and continuing her rolling hips against his dick.

She suppressed the urge to chuckle. Even if her assumptions were wrong, it didn't matter, so long as she riled him up.

And that it did.

"Huh?" Henriette was genuinely caught off guard when her movements came to a halt. Her hips were held in place by a strong grip that betrayed their hands' size. Glancing down and back, Henriette confirmed that Morgan had shifted his grip from her bosom down to her hips. She lifted her gaze to him, noticing how his head was tilted slightly down in a way that hid his eyes with his bangs. With a soft, low voice, she called out, "Morgan?"

He didn't respond with words, merely actions. Actions that had the Queen gasping in surprise when in what felt like the blink of an eye, Morgan had once again shifted their position, "Oh?" She glanced back down towards the floor but found her feet no longer planted there. No, instead they were being held up by her sides, her legs bent and held wide open by Morgan's hands as they gripped her luscious thighs.

Henriette blinked as it took her a moment to process all this, but once she did, she grinned. "Ohh...did I strike a nerve?" She asked with a teasing tone, tilting her gaze back towards Morgan, gazing at him with one narrow eye as she said, "Then please, how about you try and teach me a lesson instead? Let's see if what you learned with those girls works on me?"

Morgan didn't say anything back, he merely gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on her thighs. And so after taking a deep breath, he began his plan to tip the scales.

"Oh!"

Henriette let out a small gasp as the lad beneath her bucked his hips, pushing her ass up and bit forward and using the momentum to lift her a tad higher with the grip on her thighs. After she reached halfway up his length, he kept his hands and in turn her thighs in place, letting her ass sway back towards him, and once it was at a good enough angle, he allowed gravity to take hold and have her drop back down.

Henriette's eyes widened briefly as she was softly impaled on his dick. Her body shivering as she took him fully into her royal halls, rewarding his first thrust with a nice, encouraging squeeze of his dick with her pussy. She cooed and moaned as Morgan repeated the process, pushing her up first with his lap by thrusting up then pulling her by her thighs before dropping her back down.

Each time he made her go a bit higher than the last while picking up momentum with each thrust for every time she crashed back down on his lap she pushed him into the soft cushion of the bed he was sitting on. He used this to rebound his hips back up with a bounce, redirecting the force of her large ass crashing down to push it back up with his thrust. This not only allowed him to send her higher, but it allowed him to bury himself even deeper inside of her passage.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Henriette gasped with each thrust and bounced atop of the lad's dick. Her breasts rolling and slapping against one another, her toes curling off to the side as she leaned back against his chest and gripping his sides for support. She had to give Morgan credit, he wasn't pure strength to do this. No, he was using his best tool, his mind. And if he could accomplish something as simple yet creative as this, then she could only wonder what else he'd be able to do throughout the night.

Still, she wanted to see his limits, to have them tested and learn just how far the junior tactician could go when relying on brute strength alone. While she was a believer in brains-over-brawns, it was hard to deny the effectiveness of a simple-yet-pure strength. And depending on how much of that Morgan could accomplish with just strength alone, well, she found herself excited for whenever he'd put both his strength and skill together against her.

"Oh, the girls must love you, don't they?" Henriette teased with a mirthful laugh, keeping her voice composed just barely as she tilted her head back toward the lad. He saw her still bright green eyes underneath her increasingly disheveled hair, her bun becoming increasingly unraveled and at risk of being undone, especially with what she said next, "The ladies though, I can see why they adore you. Impressive for one your age, but still could use some work before truly knocking them, and me out."

Morgan once again said nothing, merely grunting and groaning as he continued to bounce this MILF queen on a throne that she should have never sat on. He knew what she was trying to do, she was trying to rile him up, to make him let loose. And it was becoming increasingly harder to hold back.

He had been trying to conserve his energy, thinking of the long haul while still doing his best at the moment. It was why he was trying to use the bed's soft surface to help him instead of just lifting the Queen. But her taunts were getting to him in a way he couldn't explain, speaking to something deep inside of him that threatened to engulf him in a purple flame.

At the very least, it now set his blood aflame.

"Oh!" Henriette's gasp rang throughout the room as she felt Morgan shift his grip once again. He shifted his grip on her thighs from his hands to his arm instead, hooking it as he pulled the spread legs closer towards her sides. And her surprise didn't stop there as Morgan suddenly stood up, making her feel briefly winded by the change in height as his dick continued to thrust inside of her walls while she was forced to perform a rather strenuous stretch.

"Mo-Morgan?" She called back towards him, her voice a bit nervous at what he may have in store. But when she saw his eyes gaze back with a flickering purple flame and focused look, her nervousness was eclipsed with her anticipation.

Planting his feet firmly into the ground, Morgan used all his strength and even more as he bounced the Queen atop of his dick, thrusting his hips up and down, forward and back into her royal halls. He rubbed up against her walls, his hips produced a loud wet slap every time he slammed against her ass that paired with her moans as she squirmed in his grip. And yet Henriette found herself rather powerless to break it.

She was physically just as strong as he was, at least she believed so (He was much more fit under those baggy clothes than one might expect). But she couldn't use her strength, not like this. Instead, her squirming merely had her rubbing more widely against this cock, prompting him to brush over spots she wasn't expecting and further cause her to squirm. In a way increasing her pleasure and making it harder to fight back against Morgan's grip.

And yet Morgan didn't appreciate her actions it seemed. He tightened his hold around her legs to keep her in place, making it so that her squirming didn't interrupt the rhythm he was determined on setting. She had taunted him to show her what he could do, and he was gonna do that no matter what.

And all Henriette could do was moan and whine as Morgan was bouncing her into an orgasm, more powerful than the last no doubt. Her mouth was agape, tongue flailing as her eyes were lidded and rolling back. Her breasts flopped and crashed widely as she felt a sting against her rump every time he smacked against it with his hips with all his might.

And of course, there was the potent dick that was thrusting in and out of her pussy, eliciting pleasure she hadn't felt in so, so long.

But of course, what he did was merely a fraction of what her king was capable of. Where Morgan struggled her king could perform without a sweat. But that didn't matter to her, because his passion was more than enough to make up for it, and give this lonely queen the heat she so desperately needed as she could feel herself becoming burned by the purple flame he held.

And when he thrusted up and dropped her down on his dick one last time and roared, Henriette's eye and mouth widened as she came with a scream.

---

"Hrk! Glrk! Ulrk!"

Henriette's attempts to scream came out as choked moans and coughs as her throat was stuffed and lips wrapped around the slab of flesh responsible for it. There on the couch by her bed she laid on her back, her head hung over the edge while Morgan stood in front of her by the couch's side. Holding the atop the couch with one hand to support himself, his other hand gripped the side of her head over her bun to keep it steady as he quite simply fucked her face.

The Queen winced every time the lad's rather potent sacs slapped against her face. The tempo and force behind each hit were starting to become relaxing to the blonde milf, her eyes rolling back as her throat stretched to accommodate his girth.

She found enjoyment in his rough treatment, perhaps even relishing it. She may have enjoyed sex at its most when it was... passionate , but there was something different about this. It was so enticing about having this gentle and kind lad let loose on her that was really hitting the spot. As though she was seeing a side that few others could.

Her pussy, already overflowing from a multitude of creampies was gushing in excitement. Her fingers pumping in and out to help alleviate the arousal she felt, her other hand was wrapped around Morgan's waist over his lower back, seemingly encouraging his brutal fucking by pulling him towards her.

As much as she enjoyed the feeling of Morgan's cum soaking in her womb and trailing down her thighs, she knew there were many other places it could go. She had two extra holes and a whole body of skin she wanted stuffed and defiled in this night of passion. And from the hefty balls smacking her face, she knew he held more than enough to do so.

If he found himself needing a bit of a boost, well, there were a few handy spells and potions she knew and had in store she was sure would take care of that. But for now, the only thing she wanted to take care of was his next orgasm, and have a nice juicy batch of his load shooting down her throat and into her stomach.

Maybe even a facial if she really wanted to get slutty. Though perhaps it'd be more fun to have him decide that. Consciously choosing orgasm all over and sully the Queen's face? It was so scandalous, and if this lad was the one to perform it, she found it all the more enticing.

Morgan's eyes were lidded as he gazed down at the Queen's body, his gaze mostly focused on her chest as her tits flopped and crashed around from the force of his thrusts while the rest of her body rubbed lightly up and down the fabric. The sight of her furiously fingering herself was also pretty nice as it paired with the sound of her choking on his dick, somehow becoming much more arousing than worrying. And yet the sight that was burning in his mind the most was the way her throat bulged every time it was stuffed with his shaft. He could feel the muscles within tightening around it in a way that felt so similar yet different to her vaginal embrace.

He couldn't hold out any longer, and so after tightening his grip on Henriette's head and the couch's top edge, he sent his hips into overdrive. Pistoning his thrusts, the Queen spasmed beneath him as his face-fucking became more brutal than it ever had before.

Considering her fingers also picked up steam, it seemed as though she loved it.

With a roar that made the MILF's ears twitch, Morgan slammed his hips against her face, burying his length in her windpipe as he expanded it to a size it never should reach, (though it was hardly the first time it had happened). Henriette's eyes watered as they rolled fully back into her skull. The rest of her body tensing up and arching off the bed as she felt Morgan's seed shooting straight down into her stomach with each pulse and spasm in the confines of her throat.

It was rough, painful even, yet the pleasure she was experiencing at the mere debauchery of it all was enough to trigger her own climax.

Besides, this wasn't even the most painful thing she had planned for that night. Her buttcheeks clenched tighter in response to Morgan's other hand grabbing the other side of her head, using it as leverage to pull his shaft from the vice-hold her throat had around it. A slurp was heard as each inch slid out before a pop came from her lips releasing his tip.

" Urghh ~" Henriette groaned as her face was sullied in a blast of cum. Her slack jaw became the primary target as it was filled with a sea in her upside-down mouth as the cum overflowed and created a waterfall down her face. Trailing over and into the holes of her nostrils and over her eyelids and into her flowing hair, which had finally come undone from their buns due to his harsh grip at his climax.

Morgan panted loudly as his orgasm finally subsided, his hand grasping the couch for support as he was hunched over the Queen. For the first time this night, he had felt the lust that had clouded his mind subside, if only a bit. And the weight of what he had been doing started to fall on him since she had first said those words that crumbled away at his will and started this scandalous act.

He shakily walked back from the couch, needing to see Henriette's face and see just what he had done. His eyes went wide, lips sucked in to suppress a gasp while his cheeks lit up at the absolute mess he had left on the Queen's face. A pool of cum trickling from down her face as the small moans and whines she let out told him she was still conscious, just...out of it.

And yet for as much as the sight should've repulsed him, should've shaken him out of his lust to do the right thing by walking away before he could commit more sins of treachery, he was locked in place. Because honestly, part of him enjoyed what he had done to the Queen, and she seemed to enjoy it as well.

And if that was so, why walk away from something they both clearly wanted? And that thought kept the purple flame inside of him burning, even if it no longer engulfed him.

So long as he needed it, his lust would continue, and Henriette still had more she wished to do.

---

"Hah! Hah! Uhhh~"

Henriette's throat loosely cooed out her moans, sore from an earlier pounding that left her jaw a tad slacked. Still, her hands continued to tightly grip the handrails in front of her as she bit back a hiss from her lips from the chilly air that assaulted her glistening skin. Gooseflesh engulfed her body under the night sky since she had left the warm comfort and privacy of her chambers to the cool outside of her balcony.

Yet, even so, Henriette was more than content to stand there a bit longer thanks to the delightful warm sensation fixated in her butt, created by the friction of Morgan's cock pumping in and out her royal backdoor. His hands gripped her wide hips, holding it steady as he pushed and pulled his cock against the tight confines of her large ass, thankful that his shaft had been lubed up from her orgasms and saliva. Otherwise, this wouldn't have been so easy, or enjoyable.

Their pace was lethargic as their hips rolled their hips against one another rather than slamming them. A small wet smack of skin rang lightly in the air whenever his hips slapped against her ass. The occasional small clap of her breasts against one another also joined in as they swung like pendulums, sometimes hitting the railing and prompting the Queen to wince.

The pair attempted to keep the sounds of their moans and groans quiet, already risking their privacy as they rutted in such brazen view to the courtyard below. Henriette could even see flickers of lights from the torches and lamps of the guards below, along with the silhouettes of what she assumed to be a hero or two.

She knew it was wrong of her to entice the lad with her rump as she sashayed out into the balcony and leaned over the edge. And when she wiggled her rear and gave him a sultry look, he had no chance of resisting such temptation even if he had calmed down a tad. Yet Henriette was far from regretful as memories of times her king took her just like this with little care of who saw them.

But she had to make a much more active effort to hide her pleasure this time. She was not being taken by her king, but by a Hero, a mere lad. Even as she bit down on her lips to suppress her moans, she grinded her ass back against his crotch, relishing the cock in her ass that honestly felt more relaxing than anything else.

Still, it was quite the heavy sensation, that which she needed to hang her head low while her now free blonde hair fell down past the side of her head and flowed on her back. Her feet rubbed against the cool stone tiled beneath her while her toes curled in delight.

And so as her desire leaked down her thighs along with the many previous loads stuffed in her folds, Henriette felt content to just stand there and take it. She was ready to give complete rein to Morgan for the rest of this relaxing fuck and wait for a nice, creamy load to fill her bowels.

Unfortunately for her, Morgan had other plans.

"Ahh!" Henriette's yelp came out with genuine shock. Completely caught off guard from being off in her own little world, she hadn't even noticed Morgan's hand leaving her hip. Gripping a fist-full of her hair, he yanked her head back. Her yelp even caused a bit of the cum she still had in her throat and mouth to be coughed out and fall onto the courtyard below.

Henriette's eyes widened in shock as she glanced back at Morgan, casting him a look of confusion at what brought on this sudden change in attitude. Yet all she saw was the face of a lad who looked just as surprised as she was. Morgan gazed at her with unsure eyes, his grip on her hair somewhat weak as though he too was surprised at what he had just done.

He had simply done it on a whim, and Morgan decided to see where that whim would take him.

Yanking her hair again, Henriette's face was snapped back forward as another yelp was brought out. Thankfully she was able to suppress it this time by being prepared. In truth, while surprised by Morgan's change in pace, she wasn't against it. She simply had been caught off guard.

And so now understanding what would be happening, Henriette changed her position ever so slightly. Shifting her legs a bit to better plant her feet against the balcony, her hands gripped the railing tiger as she rolled her ass back against his crotch. She noticed how his thrust became a bit rougher, not more powerful in adding speed and strength but simply changing the angle he thrust in at.

She whined as Morgan held her hair with a taunt grip, straightening it parallel over her body and keeping her head up. She shuddered when she felt him lean over, his stomach curved over her globulous ass as he now angled his thrust with enough force that each one made her jump on her toes a few times. And yet even as her eyes winced from the pain she was experiencing, she continued to relish in the pleasure that eclipsed it.

But before she could relax and bask in the sensation, her eyes flickered back down to the courtyard, drawn in by the flames below in her muddled mind. And when her eyes gazed below, the haze and lust that had engulfed them dispersed as realization crashed down. Realization that quite a few of those flames that should be moving were now still, and the people who were holding those flames were looking up.

"Mo-Morgan!" Henriette attempted to call out to the lad to warn him they were in danger of being caught. It didn't look like the guards knew what was happening, most likely having been drawn to look up from her previous yelp. But if she and Morgan continued to increase their sounds at their current pace, it wouldn't be long before one of their confused audience members figured out their act.

And yet Morgan didn't seem to care, too engrossed in the Queen's ass to give a damn. "Morgan~" She attempted to call back out to him again, only for his response to be a yank of her hair that prompted the Queen to muffle her yelp with her hand. And with one of her hands now released from the handrail, her stability was weakened.

Her body shuddered and shivered more under the force of his thrust, causing her hips to wiggle and squirm beneath him and having his cock rub up more against the sides of her rear halls. It was a sensation that made it hard for both of them to calm down, and in turn, made Morgan even more lustful.

Releasing his grip on her hair and hip, he fully leaned over and compressed himself on her back. His hands reached around and gripped the mother's tits while continuing to pound her backdoor with greater force. His grunts and groans rang in Henriette's ears as he couldn't get enough of her.

And after a moment of hesitation, Henriette happily recuperated, letting out small moans and whines as she felt him tweak her nipples while his cock sawed her ass. Her eyes flickering down into the courtyard and making out a few stunned faces of some of the guards below.

They knew, knew of the scandalous act that was being committed above them. And of course, they cowered in fear, quickly settling back into their patrol while attempting to ignore the small smacks and moans that rang out above them and barely reached their ears. They couldn't tell who was rutting with the king, not from their angle, but the fact she was rutting at all with someone who without a doubt was not their king was enough.

But could they truly blame the lonely queen for seeking out someone else for warmth? After all she had done for their kingdom, the guards were willing to look past it. Like they had whenever they noticed the King and Queen committing the same activities throughout the years.

And the knowing grin on Henriette's lips soon broke into an agape mouth as she let out the loudest moan she did outside yet when she felt Morgan bury himself and flood her rump with his seed.

---

"Ughh~"

Morgan groaned aloud into the royal chambers as the fatigue of the night had finally started to catch up to him. He slumped back against the mass of pillows behind him while the rest of his body sank into the soft, comforting mattress below him. And yet he couldn't fully relax, thanks to the MILF queen who laid between his legs and lasciviously polished the tip of his still erect cock while massaging the rest of his length with her pillowy-tits that felt softer than the actual pillows behind him.

"Mhmm~" Henriette had her lips wrapped around the lad's cock while her tongue swirled around his tip, flicking against the slit that leaked such tasty precum that she attempted to squeeze out by pumping her breasts against the shaft's side. The same cum that littered her body and oozed from both her other holes. Her eyes filled with a haze of lust as they held a lidded gaze over the lad's lap, occasionally glancing up to see his reactions which never failed to spur her on.

Her hair splayed over her back and trailed down her shoulders; her upper body laid on its front while her hips curved so that her lower body rested on her side. Her ass jutted out to the side and brushed against the lad's outstretched lad while Henriette continued to tend his loins, finally taking the lead in their session where she did all the work and Morgan could just sit back and relax.

It was really the least she could do after the marvelous time he's given her.

" Pwap ~" Henriette's lips released Morgan's polished tips from its hold, her tongue flicking at it a few times until it was glistening in her spit, spit that trailed down into her cleavage and added another layer of lubrication to her rolling tits against his shaft.

Raising her gaze, she couldn't help but wince at the flickering candle lights that dimly lit the room, casting shadows on this scandalous act. The amount of wax that had been burned off was a testament to just how long it had been going on. Taking another moment to adjust her eyes to the lightening, Henriette tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Finally fixing her gaze at Morgan, she saw him continue to wince and pant a bit heavily at the very pleasurable sensation around his somewhat sore cock.

"You know Morgan, I've been thinking~" Her voice snapped him out of his daze and had his eyes focus on her own, locking gazes as she now had his full attention. Her gaze sultry and playful as she continued, "After that marvelous tour today, I think I want to take a more active part in the order."

"But I have so much work already as Queen~" She mussed, casting a sadden sideways glance that matched her conflicted tone, "It'd be too difficult adding another aspect to my workload, especially something as important as the Order. Queen or not, I know I can't just do half-measures if I truly wish to get involved."

Morgan found himself confused by her words, uncertain by where she was going with this. Not to mention he was already a bit dazed from all the fucking and current stimulations on his dick, so his ability to critically think on her words was more than a bit hampered. But he didn't need to think about what she was getting out, because she let him know soon enough.

"But, if I were to have say, a personal assistant, then maybe I could make it all work." Her tone became more hopeful, something that was mirrored in how her eyes lit up to look at him, "Someone with a good amount of experience as a Hero and has a bit of knowledge of what it takes to run a kingdom behind the scenes. Someone who could act as a bridge between my role as a Queen and link me to the Order and let me know how I could help while also being my representative when needed."

Morgan's eyes widened in shock as he immediately understood what she was getting at.

"And after today, I can see no one better than you filling that role," Henriette stated, finally confirming her intentions as she gazed at Morgan with a grin.

"It'd be hard, no doubt. I'm sure you're already a busy young man. But I'm sure we could figure something out. That is...if you're willing to accept?" Henriette's confidence seemed to falter for just a moment as she gazed at him with a tinge of nervousness, as though he'd reject her plan. But he knew it was just a mask, one just to tease him and pull at his heartstrings, already confident that she had him in the palm of her hand. And she wasn't wrong about that.

Yet despite knowing that, the Queen decided to make certain there was no chance he could resist, "I'm sure there'd be days where you'd have to be with me throughout the whole day, morning to night. And even then, you'd at least have to come visit me at my chambers at the end of the day to pass on any important information. Who knows how long that takes? Perhaps well into the night~"

Morgan winced as the Queen as Henriette increased the pressure of her breasts on his dick, smothering and drowning his shaft in a sea of cushions. A gasp rang out when she gave his head a nice smooth and flick of her tongue.

"So, would you be interested in such a position? I'd be so grateful, so much so I'll have to give you another reward tomorrow night, in fact." Henriette's words were meaningless, she knew Morgan's answer already. All her words served to do was keep him on edge and think of the various... activities she'd have him do as her assistant.

And so, the lad gave her a nod, one that took a surprising amount of willpower to convey. Henriette laughed mirthfully in response as her plan was a rousing success, and a success was caused for celebration. Bringing her attention back down towards his dick, Henriette spoke plainly, "Good, now cum."

It was an order, a command, her first of many she'd now give him in the foreseeable future. And she was sure she'd be uttering that specific command quite a few times as well. In any case Morgan was happy to oblige; with a groan, his body tensed up and his shaft spasmed within her bosom for the incoming orgasm.

Shifting her head into the sky, Henriette allowed his cum to shoot straight up out from his shift into the air above. Her eyes flicked up to the droplets as they reached their peaks rather high into the air with impressive force and size, especially since he had already orgasmed quite a few times that night.

The Queen sighed as she rolled her tongue out, eyes lidded as she accepted the cum that showered all over her face and her body. She basked in his orgasm as his hot and heavy load soaked into her skin, splatting all over it and defiling her pale skin. What was once a body that was forced to endure a lack of warmth into the light was being bathed in the hot passion of a youthful lad.

And in the face of it, her lips curled into a grin of satisfaction right as the rest of his load forced her to wear a crown of his cum.

A crown she'd believe she'd never tire of wearing.

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A/N: This was a pretty big piece all things considered, hope there were plenty of MILFs to leave you all satisfied, and that Morgan's fun with the MILF Queen was good. There was originally one more group of ladies/MILFs I wanted to included, but scrapped the scene for time.

Welp, in any case, gotta focus on the finally to Morgan and the MILFs now. Already got about a 1/3 of it done, but gonna go over it before picking it back up. Want to make sure its pretty good before releasing it, and if I'm lucky, I'll finish it in time for the fics 3rd anniversary in early june! So fingers crossed!